Jeune.

We ran down the hill,

You had raced me. 

We met at the bottom,

Near the dogwood tree.

We swung from the branches,

Our bodies so small.

And now we are so big,

These memories barely memories at all.

So many thoughts-

They cloud our heads.

I always thought I wouldn't sleep,

Until I was dead.

We climbed the pine tree, 

It seemed forty miles high.

Our legs hung down,

And our tiny shoes untied. 

Everything is far off now,

All the heart is gone.

Now I endure every single day,

Wishing that it could be done.

I miss the days of diving deep,

And holding out my hands.

Only to hit a bottom,

Full of soft and gentle sand.

The sun beat down on us,

Wet hair clung to my face.

What I would not give,

To revisit such a place.

I remember the flood,

And the costume that you made.

Every day was beautiful,

And I was not afraid.

Now that I am aging,

I finally grasp:

Nothing is ever as simple

As what has passed.

I remember calling you,

Every Christmas Day.

Just to tell you what I got,

Then wait for you to come and play.

Now I do not see you,

We live in different states.

I miss everyone and everything,

I never got to appreciate. 

Reviews

[Robin]

wonderful weave of reminiscience ~

[Bare trees]

There's an old Twilight Zone episode called "Walking Distence" and this reminds me of it. "Maybe there's only one summer to every customer" is one of the lines. You express a sorrow we all must face at one time or another. It's sad to grow up sometimes and reflect knowing we can't go back. We need to make the best of wht we have. Great poem. 100 from me.