Washington Memories

Washington Memories

by Bud Lemire on May 1, 2004

How can I be gone, when a part of me is left behind

A family that was in my heart, keeps going through my mind

The Father, who's job was trucking to everywhere

Spending time working on his car, or snoozing in his chair

How can I ever forget, what they gave to me

Even when there were things, that I couldn't see

The Mother, who's belief kept her love so strong

Whistling in the kitchen, such a happy song

Many times when I felt alone, they gave so much to me

They deserve an honorary award, for being a wonderful family

The little girl in my heart, that I came to know

Who entered womanhood, as I watched her grow

The hillbilly son, who raced his car around the track

The lumber mill son, who's growing all his hair back

The daughter, who came around to cut my hair

These memories, always take me back there

The daughter who in the beginning, knew me so well

I was caught up in her love, as if under a spell

Who in the end. didn't understand me at all

She wasn't there, when I took my final fall

The cats who roamed, all throughout the home

Washington memories, written in this poem

How can I be gone, when a part of me is left behind

A family that was in my heart, keeps going through my mind

I had to write another poem for the family I lived with for over a year in Washington.

I appreciated the love they shared with me. A stranger in the beginning, a friend until the end.

In the end it got quite tense, and yet, they still put up with it all.

I thank them for sharing their life with me.