A Child No More

Amidst maple mist
she reminisces on
candied adolescence.

Chains once laced in a sway of laughter
now a metaphor in her mind,
life's never ending bind.

What of dreams
and lolly gagging hours?
We would pretend to be birds,
when fear was just a word.

And it may sound absurd
that a swing seems more appropriate at my age...

But I have forgotten how to fly.

Reviews

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:: a beautiful piece of poetry... i relate to it a lot... my life changed when my nephew (who is very young, very earnest and very bright) told me about his favourite quote... and it is... "if you think you can, you can"... :: what i'm trying to say is that we never "forget how to fly"... we only think we've forgotten... :)

[carol burgess romance]

You never forget to fly ....somed days you just have to dig a litter deeper to find what you already know...great poem

[Astro]

You're still flying...maybe just a little blinded by the sun. Honest sentiments and fine descriptions of times long passed. Turn little bird, if only for a moment from the sun and see your fleeting shadow below to know your still flying.