Tender Years For Contest

TENDER YEARS-- FIRST MEMORIES Curtains danced delighted from wayward autumn breeze Running zigzag from the wall Car riding thrilled to see swift trees Chasing me—unsuccessful--black and tall My father’s bass-sweet voice calmed foreboding magic fears My mother’s hands, Quicksilver Brandished toddler tears The world loved me, its Center-- so sung every new sprung leaf to Never let imagine a sunset made of grief. Victoria Anderson-Throop 12/6/12