Memories

Thanks, Ken

They took the chance to float away,

like old driftwood, on a hot summer's day.

Bobbing along, propelled by waves-

caught in the current, of brown eyes ablaze!

Their world extended, as far as the moon,

as long, as they checked, with mothers' by noon.

They had the use; of the old wooden boat,

but, sometimes, they just laid

on their backs to float.

Feeling the sun, on eyelids and cheeks;

trying not to think--"just four short weeks!"

Possibilities dangled, with sunfish they angled;

made roads in the dirt, for little toy trucks,

swam under water, where little lips touched.

Two-"wide-eyed"children, with little time to learn,

different paths, different trails;

different reasons to yearn.

The years have passed; the children have grown.

In their minds, and their hearts-

the memories, they own..

 

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2006

Washday at Sebec Lake