My Darling

Happy children at their play
See saw swinging day to day.
Chanting laughter, rhymes and song
Eager, open right and wrong.

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

Paint the walls of future dreams
With big blackberries and vanilla ice 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, lessons, wisdom
Cleaning up my little kingdom.

Tempering my 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.
I still listen as I dream
And hear the seamstress join the seam.


8/9/21