My Memory of Saint Elizabeth

July 14, 2010
Some day this will seem but a distant memory
Seen through a mist or grimy glass
The green field, the laughing children
So happy, so long ago
I will not be what I am now
A child so young, so innocent
Kneeling on the threshold of life
With beaming face and hopeful heart
And yet I feel a twinge of sadness
In remembering what I was and can never be again
In seeing that last day,
As the sun sets on St. Elizabeth
It will always be as I remember it
Suspended in time, in beauty and joy

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LexiG said...
May 13, 2011 at 12:49 am
Please someone comment!  I would really appreciate some critiques and the likewise.
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