No longer licking ice cream on a sunny summer afternoon
By a pond whose surface is so tranquil and undisturbed
Her gray-tinged hair, her loving, understanding smile
Hands, tiny linked with large
No longer strolling along a beach arm in arm
Under a peaceful sky of moon, stars, galaxies
Pale, soft radiant is her skin, hair, eyes
A tender caress, a knowing gaze, a gentle kiss
No longer running after little ones in a field
Among grass, flowers, trees blowing softly in the breeze
Innocent laughter accompanied by uncontrolled giggling
Pushing her swing up, up into the sky with limbs outstretched
Childhood, youth, maturity
How quickly lost, how easily recalled, how eternally entwined
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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