Reminisce

I sat with my sister
and we talked of the past,
of good times and bad times
the memories still last.

The antics of youth
at the time seemed so bad,
our brothers and sisters
found ways to make us mad.

The two of us as well
did not always have fun,
she would kick me so hard
and get up just to run.

We thought of the places
we can no longer go,
closed down and abandoned
our fondness will still grow.

Lost friends and lost family
gone for a reason or two,
we remember with sorrow
we’d respect them anew.

Our long chat would then end
so much time we did miss,
but we gained one thing more
new day to reminisce.

J.A.Scott