We took our places sporting “35” years.
The feel of the sand under our chairs.
So much nachas and laughter divided our tears.
Our many glasses, “cups” and shared plates.
Lands “us” right in the A group, a coveted space.
The wind whistled memories.
Our quiet said it all.
The glory of the moment.
We will always recall.
With few chances in one lifetime to dance as we roam.
My Dear Sweet linnie.
We found our place to call Home.