It was the Summer of 95

It was the last summer

We were all together

Until Nonna’s funeral

Eight years later.
It was the summer of changes

It was the summer everything

Stayed the same.

It was the summer

Of laughter and

One of tears.
It was the summer

Of poetry

It was the summer of prose.
It was the summer

Of memories

It was the summer of dreams.
It was the summer

Of family.

It was the summer

Of friends.
It was the summer

Of pain,

It was the summer

Of healing.
It was a summer

Of loss and one

Of gain.
It was the summer

I learned

Big strong men

Could break

As they faced

A life changed.
It was the summer of 95

That childhood began

To fade.
(C) Michelle Renee Kidwell

August.15.2017
This poem is intentionally vague, so much happened that summer and lives were forever changed.