Two Old Friends Poem by Melvina Germain

Two Old Friends

Tyrone was a honey-toned Negro child
With a ton of curly golden locks
His Mom and Dad were the mixed couple
Down the street
Oh about three or four blocks

He had green sparkling eyes like the splendid sea
And high cheek bones, yes he did
His lips were full and thick ya know
Yeah he was different and beautiful
And played hard like the rest of us kids

Tyrone went away to live up-down
But he always found his way back home
Well it's been years from back in the day
And I sure miss one of my oldest friends
Yesterday out of the blue
There he was all straight and tall
With a smile from here to Niagara Falls

I dropped my cane and forgot my pain
Walking as fast as I could
We held each other tight as I took a deep breath
Nestled into his soft, warm chest
We spent the day reminiscing
Talking about friends and family
We laughed so hard when we recalled
Playing marbles and drinking orange crush
I still have an ole brown bottle
Our eyes sparkled once again
The coming together of two old friends

Written by: Melvina Germainn
Date: Jan.17/2016