remember the good times
is all that you wrote
the words i read got stuck in my throat
remember the good times?
when were those?
for I’ve looked as far as my memory goes
i’ve tried and i’ve tried to find these grand days
but i’m coming up empty
‘cause you’re just one-act plays
of selfish, greedy, immoral plots
never getting what you want
and that’s a lot
remember the good times?
i wish i could
i wish there was something in you I find good
but you’ve lived your life of self-serving deeds
of stealing what you want
but never need
of talents gone wasted
cause you’re a damn fool
disappointed the world
hasn’t fawned and drooled
that they haven’t come knocking
to give you the key
that won’t ever come
and won’t set you free
disappointment feeds on asking so much
when you’ve done so little to earn life’s trust
here’s what i’ll remember
and i beg you to, as well
i love you and I truly hope
you give life better stories to tell.
Author: Anne Celano Frohna
I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pencil in hand and would not feel complete without it.
And I actually made a meager living at it (and as an editor) for 25 years.
I worked for newspapers and magazines, in graphic arts and advertising, and wrote several local history books.
But I have also taught English in Japan, been a Nanny/family chef in Italy, worked in and for museums, was an Airbnb Superhost for four years, as well as an Etsy shop owner, where I sold vintage items I found over the years at thrift stores and yard sales.
After moving to Arizona with my family in 2010, I completed a series of different writing projects, including two books of creative non-fiction:
Just West of the Midwest: a comedy (Based on journals I kept during my two years as an English teacher in rural Japan.)
Within Close Range: short stories of an American Childhood (Short stories and poems about growing up as the middle of five children in suburban Chicago.)
But in the past few years, I have found my voice in poetry.
I am a mother of two wonderful girls, Eva (26) and Sophia (24) and wife to one wonderful husband, Kurt.
In 2023, with our girls grown and off on their own, my husband and I packed up our things and moved to the tip of Italy’s heel, to the Salento region, where I continue to work on my poetry, as well as a new fiction project, and indulge in my passion for mosaics - all of which you can view on my Instagram page @ acfrohna.
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