Allie Svigos

Allie Svigos

I don't know how to pronounce your new name.

You're a Brandtner girl, that'll stay the same. 

The family of blondes living down the street,

With the father who used to clean my teeth.

Yours was a funny house on Halloween, 

The only toothbrush I got while trick-or-treating.

Memories are fleeting, but some fluff sticks.

Dressing up as beanie babies was a neighborhood hit. 

And the lemonade stands down on the corner;

We'd make a killing even charging a quarter. 

And I sorta wish we were still living those days:

Golf-carting to the pool and all the cards we would play.

When's the last time we had "Dinner Club?"

Playing James Bond in your basement was always something I loved.

We were too scared to watch the Exorcist at night.

I loved you and Molly, but you would always fight.

And now, we're selling the house; St. Andrews days are through.

I hope you know, that I already miss you!