Dena Mason, Cope, Colorado, wrote this poem about the Probasco Family Reunion.
We only have a memory of yesterday
When we were the ones to run and play
A care in the world, was not to be
We loved each other, our family
Cousins playing, the best of friends
Who would have thought, it would ever end
Circle of life, spinning fast
Gone are the days of our recent past
Parents gone and now we see
We are the ones holding the key
Searching for something that can’t be found,
In a memory of scrapbooks and stories bound
My heart it aches as we say good-bye
The tears begin to form in my eye
A hug from my uncle standing strong
My dad’s voice, echoes in his song
Watching my aunt struggle with cancer
Like watching a rerun of my mother
Hugging my children tight as can be
Tomorrow, they will be the ones holding the key
Time just keeps slipping away
We only have a memory of yesterday
