Yesteryear Memories
How often I would savor and reminisce
Dad’s voice calling me down through the years,
As bonfire traced our shadow-dance
My childhood whims glowing in his heart:
And somewhere, gentle moments beam...
When violin tunes lulled rituals of nights
My Grandpa’s hands trailing along winds;
For on his lap, my ribbons wove rhapsodies.
Through more snippets of lively scenes
Pillow fights whammed like a torrent--
Two roguish brothers, tugging me
As we mapped stars with our small arms
Stretching palms to reach the clouds:
~
Till I remember all of them, when
Growing older as an adult ...
These men I love so, are now gone
In quickening of dusk, they pour sweet- salt ~
Right through my bosom...where we all entwine.
It's The End Of The Forms Series
For Broken Wings' Contest 10/07/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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