Childhood-Clouded Memories
The cool summer day
beckons me to my backyard
to flop my aging bones on the ground,
gaze at the clouds still making formations
I remember from my youth ...
a cirrus dragon, definitely a dragon;
a cumulonimbus whale, a stratus poodle.
Memories of those halcyon childhood days
flit in and out my mind
like the lightning bugs I caught in jars.
Hide and seeking,
roller coaster riding,
Red-Rover-come-over days.
Drippy popsicle afternoons spent
merry-go-rounding at the park
until I fell over in sheer joy.
Running from house to house
to play with cousins
who teased me relentlessly.
Snagging candy and hugs from aunts and uncles
who smiled and loved me unconditionally.
Then, in an instant, the sky darkened.
The clouds and memories disappeared slowly.
Then they were gone, a magician’s vanishing act,
and me questioning if they ever really existed.
Only the love remains.
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