Writing by Members

                                     One More High School Reunion

By Barbara Shepherd 

Maybe this time, he would go.
Would his former sweetheart show?
She gave her promise to wait.
He enlisted and met his fate.
Decades passed without contact.
He would go, his wheelchair packed.

Many friends haven’t changed much,
except some wrinkled and such.
She came to me in a rush.
Her cheeks cast a rosy blush.
Her captor now serving time,
locked in, like this chair of mine.
She was scarred, loving and free.
As am I. We shall marry.