My Grandma lives at the end of Main Street and I can go into her house whenever I want, because she showed me where Grandpa hides the key.
The faces in the crowd are all friendly and familiar.
Every face I have ever seen in my life is in the crowd.
I am leading the band down the street.
I have a baton in my right hand and I know how to twirl it, but I am shy and I don't do the routine.
When the band starts to play.
Every person ever to graduate from our high school has been invited back for a reunion.
I am a waitress, not yet a graduate. Today, I want to go to the reunion.
I want to see a carnival, ready to set up on Main Street.
I want to cheer for the most beautiful queen that I have ever seen.
I want the parade to come back.
I want to hear Grandma and her friends laugh.
I want her to stop waving, so I can see her smile.
I want to participate, once more,
in all the fun
of growing up here.
Could our friends from McVille take off their masks, so we could see their faces?
I want to see everyone.
So we can all laugh together.
I want to smell horses and hear the sounds of harnesses and wagons.
Could we load up the engines?
And throw out some candy to the children?
Our own beloved place.
Blessed and blessing.
If my friends could just sing one more song...
But the wagon train has moved on.
Happy Memorial Day.