Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost. But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore. For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir. Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek. Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands? Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in? Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me. We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be. The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds. We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again. Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes. So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find. Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats. Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close. Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more. Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores. I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found… They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around. I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close. And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.