Remember When . . . ?


(In loving memory of my best friend, Rosie Saenz Soto 12/27/59 – 2/7/09)

I can remember our bicycle rides

through rich neighborhoods,

pointing at house we’d someday have

or thought we would.

And do you remember the night in the tent

And the stories we told

of whom we would marry

and how we’d grow old?

We were only dreamers unaware

of what our futures would hold.