The Seam

Happy children at their play
Sidewalk chalking day to day.
Chanting, laughter, rhymes and song
Eager, open right and wrong.

Lovely, sparkly, growing grass
Dewey petals flit and sass.
Wispy clouds and breezes sigh.
Birds in flurry, flighty sky

Paint the walls of future dreams
With big blackberries and vanilla cream.
Later on through murky past,
I’ll pull the line, coil and cast

With heavy, wondrous calming joy
That wrapped around a little boy,
Stepping over times so tough
Lonely, empty, had enough.

The gentle voice that loved me best,
To whom I was a constant pest.
Admonition, worldly wisdom
Cleaning up my little kingdom.

Tempering unbridled dreams,
With her soft, load bearing beams.
I grasp the apron in my hand.
It slips away like shifting sand.

Gentle comfort, calming voice
Wouldn’t leave me was her choice.
Holding hands as I dream
And feel the seamstress join the seam.


8/9/21