Of Homecomings, Milestones and Memories

We, the Marviolettes ‘73 turn 45 as a class today,
and we are coming home.
Images of our mischiefs immortalized
in some nun’s mind,
Of upperclassmen and women
throwing tantrums and letting plates fly.
Sounds of hurrying feet bounce
across the old flagstones,
Echoes of the monicker Marviolates
still resonate, as we were often caught
so notoriously late.
Images and voices fly across these hallowed halls
A thousand shared memories forever etched in stone.
Like precious aged wine waiting to be poured,
we raise our wrinkled happy faces
toward this place where youth was spent.
With gratitude, we mark the passing of the years,
and remember the joys and pains of becoming
the steadfast, intelligent caring souls that we are
today.
To the Marvies of SPSN, and the friends we’ve made and kept,
Here’s to Life, TO LIFE !