Youth
Youth, ah that most beautiful butterfly. . .
evolving from chrysalis into the most
delicate creature, flitting freely to and fro,
alighting upon fragrant flowers that
capture their eyes with vibrant colors.
You don’t see them attracted to fading blooms.
Most proclaim it is impossible to return to
youth—yet I see the youth of my mother
in my daughter’s sweet smiling face.
If we are diligent, youth may become distilled
in the mind, captured forever by memory and
faded photographs now photo/shopped into
their once brilliant shades of black and white!
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
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