We hear words that take us away
memories of holiday and days of long ago,
gathering bittersweet and weighing it out
plucking the beautiful and leaving the rest go
to re seed another day,
a chance encounter with our history
each berry of thought strung along
on stems of growth.
Our arms grow wider to encompass many
trying to carry them along on our way
perhaps to save the sweetest for a rainy day
as we linger behind panes of glass
longing to once again play
at games of life we had forgotten.
Red light green light step over the crack
hopscotch through each memory with a smile
wondering where did all of this time go,
mismatched clothes of hand-me-downs
and sneakers just a bit too tight
for money so short
we never asked for more
for enough was just enough
and as we lay down to sleep
her hands lovingly touch the vase
of colors we had plucked in fields
down the dusty dirt path
where we explored just a bit too far
and found the highway of souls rushing past,
we retreated back into the safety
of the wilderness safari,
observing the frogs and grasshoppers
and moving things
when life was easy
and thoughts not so cluttered by today,
bittersweet remembrances
of yesterday once more.
