coming home

all i know is that my world stopped. for a couple of months or so... preparing for our silver year, our homecoming which was held last sunday. the endless meetings, practices, get-togethers with friends from many years back. despite the laugh lines, love handles, everything else stays the same... such as the giggly exchanges, the teasing, the camaraderie, the concern for one another that comes with growing up together.

some excerpts from "the silver book: coming home"

this is our time to meet... again.
for like at the end of the day,
we are drawn to home.

let our school's classrooms and halls
roar and hum with the joyful clamor
we make on our return journey.

and oh, what tales we have to tell
of the roads we have travelled
these past 25 years,
of the adventures we have taken,
and how we have dealt
with life's twists and turns.

let our doors be thrown open
to welcome each other back
with open arms and tight embraces,
happy voices, and belly-deep laughter.