We watched the barefoot children in green yards dart through shadows, playing their childish games. We saw their innocents and we knew that…
They were not us
Through open doors and windows we saw them staring blankly at their flickering screens. They were sitting so close yet ignoring each other. Wishing…
They could be us
There was an old couple sitting on their front porch, fading from life. They smiled and waved, trying to remember a time when they knew…
How to be us
We pause for just a moment beneath the street lights glow, your hands in the pockets of my jeans and mine on your shoulders. Our souls touched and we were…
Happy to be us
Jerry Brotherton 
I love this poem Jerry.
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Thanks, it was a special day indeed for me.
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Wow! So delightful to read.
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Thank you for your constant words of encouragement.
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No problem at all!
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Brings a warm feeling to the start of the day, Jerry.
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Thanks Roland, it was the start of a 44 year and counting love affair.
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Hi Jerry
I like this poem.
You’ve structured it nicely around the response of different age-groups to the young lovers. And then you say
“your hands in the pockets of my jeans and mine on your shoulders.”
That, for me, is the significant detail that makes this a really good poem. You’ve brought something special to our conception of the lovers.
Good work!
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Thank you for the wonderful comment.
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Thank you Jerry! This is definitely one of my favorites.
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A favorite of mine too. You will always be my inspiration.
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This was a good one, in so many ways.
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Thanks, I am so pleased you liked it.
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I loved this one.
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
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Wow
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I’ glad you liked it.
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Beautiful poem. Thank you for the follow.
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