The Children

A story of growth.

Chalk remnants lace the broken sidewalks,
A memory of loveliness that fills the street
Their laughter still rings clear after the years
The missing piece that made everything complete.

Though the children are gone, the others remain
Withering slowly, closer and closer by day
Life ticks by and the days grow longer
The first snowfall, Christmas, and back to May.

Summer comes around and the children return
Coming back to those they left on their own
Accompanied by friends and their life-long partners
These children have faded, and they have grown.

Author's Note

Photo credit to Synne Liessen - http://synnel.wordpress.com/

Reviews

[Michael.]

Makes me wish I was seven years old again.