A poem by Richard Heatherly

👫 Just a Cardin kid, what can I say?
Precious memories were made every day.
 Family and friends helping each other.
 Theres no other place kinder to a brother.
 Small in number but big at heart.
 Staying in contact though miles apart.
 Some became lawyers, teachers, musicians and such.
 But be assured always keeping in touch.
 The world has changed but Cardin days in your heart are hid.
 For after all, you, too, are just a proud Cardin kid.
 🚴🏼‍♀️ Richard Heatherly, September 13, 2020