The Last Good Days of Innocence

Sweetheart, remember those tender days, we were so young our love full of virgin pureness and candor. We would walk alone, you and I in those Autumn days to the park and linger there. Shield by the trees we would sit in the swings and chat, you would smile that faint quirky smile. You'd push, I would rise to the sky. O, the cool serene wind felt nice nestled against my face as I lengthened my toes to touch the sky. Sweetheart, remember those tender days, we were so young our love full of virgin pureness and candor. Now. We sit drinking coffee, looking out the kitchen window toward the vegetable and flower garden. Our grandchildren swing each other on that aged tire swing tied to the old gnarly tree's top out stretched thick bough. I think back at those moments at that swing at the park. You'd push, I would rise to touch and clutch the sky; worth rediscovering ourselves utter those times of tenderness. The last good days of innocence. 5/2/2020 Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2 - Poetry Contest 2. The Last Good Days Of Innocence Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh