Home Away From Home

I walk down the small path bordered either side by bluebells. As I walk down the path which I have done hundreds of times before. There is a stirring in the trees, which prompts my memories, of faces that have come and gone over the passing years. Also comes back the laughter that never seems to subside and all the jokes we’ve played on one another. I smiled as I stopped for a moment to look around at everything there. It seems like only yesterday that I came along here, but in reality, the years have flown by. Some faces I remember will never be coming back to visit, while the others I might see someday. Even when the sad day comes when I can’t come anymore. I will leave with many photographs in my memory store. A few more steps I take and the town comes into view along with friendly faces on the boardwalks there. There are a few whose names I forget, but the faces I know so well in this little town I call my home away from home. 15 February 2008