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Tammy Lyn Carbol

Writing is the be​st way to talk without being interrupted

Remember When

(written for my twin sister for her wedding day)

Remember when we used to play among the trees and brooks?

If I got scared of scary things, you'd calm me with a look

We'd both hold hands & swing around, get dizzy till we fell,

But every day in every way - we'd wish each other well

Remember when we both liked music but on bands we'd disagree?

You just loved Duran Duran and Michael gave me glee

Upon each other posters we would scrawl mustaches and horns,

and when a poster ripped and fell, its dying we would mourn

But every day in every way - I'm glad that you were born

Remember when as young adults we moved into a place,

We managed a whole year and a half before annoying each other's space

We separated to other homes and missed each other loads,

But every day in every way - we travelled the same roads

Remember when we had our talks, our secrets we would share,

The joys of life, our expectations, our open souls to bare

We talked things out and shared our lives - we know each other well,

And every day in every way - I think that you are swell

Remember when you first saw Sean in a more than friendly light?

To get you two together was a most amusing plight,

And now you two are married, life together has begun

And every day in every way - your love will be as one

It's now your turn for memories, together as husband and wife,

and through the good times and the bad, you'll share each others life

And someday in the future while you're sitting in the den,

You'll turn your grey-haired head to him-

and say "Sean...remember when?..."


May 15, 1999


(written for my mom for her 50th)

Remember when we all were small

A weary mother of three,

I'm sure we got straight on your nerves

For all the world to see,

As children we were loud and bad

But not always was this the case,

I'm pretty sure on Christmas Day

Three angels we would make.

But usually when your back was turned

Mischief was our master,

Johnny & I - we'd start the fights

and Tracy was our blaster,

It seemed no matter what we did

Trouble just seemed to find us,

Not only at home, but also at school

We'd yell, we'd fight, we'd fuss.

But through the years, you've taught us well

(Okay, only two out of the three),

Two goddesses you have for daughters now

A son not quite as glee,

Our lives are full, our lives are grand

The life we have is fun,

And you now know what freedom is

Your second life has begun.


September 7, 1999