I recall those moments in the greenland,
N oting how we pranced around fireflies with
T rails of grass adorning old cobblestones , like
R ed marbles daintily patterned along the trees…
O ften, we would etch images from clouds above
S oftly wishing for long cycles of remembrances,
P lacing dahlias beneath a cherished grotto to
E xpress intentions for sweet life : our laughter
C ruising beyond summer moons. But you grew
T iresome, more listless.Till autumn held me quite
I ntrospective ; our glazed revue ,paling…waning,
O nly to accept your shortened moments, my friend.
N ow we prance slowly, laughing…but I cry inside.
Introspection - Acrostic for John Hamilton
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