I remember Canada Day.
On the Westside of Buffalo,
where I used to play.
I used to watch it from a secret place.
Where my heart was in synch with every race.
I used to remember the path I took,
On my way there, my brothers and I looked.
My little one, and my younger one loved the way the fireworks rang.
Every light, colored with a bang.
My little one, his mouth opened wide, would cry out "look Nona,it's so pretty", I cried.
The poor darling, so sweet and so pure. That there would be no moment more, I didn't mind endured.
The younger one, almost my twin, would hold all his enjoyment right in.
He would never tell or never cry,but when it was all done, he stood up with pride.
"I'm glad we live where we are", he would say,
"to watch this tonight has made my day!"
But I would love it all with my entire soul, for I knew that at this moment I was whole.
I loved this secret place, where the Peace Bridge crosses and the Niagara never ends.
So lovely, so sweet, I almost hated getting on my feet.
Looking and experiencing this moment from Buffalo, just to experience it again three days from ago.
It sure is a beautiful sight when you have the fireworks over the river of might.
Sharing it with the one you love, is all that matters to me above.
Loving, caring moments like this, could never seep from my soul, and I would never miss. |
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