By: V. Mahfood
In our youth when we were children and played as children did,
Life was naught but laughter and games.
And the day was our toy to exploit as we wished,
While the night was a rest between play.
And I remember we were beautiful miniatures then
Unaware of the presence of sorrow.
Living together, full of love for each other,
With an innocent joy that set us aglow.
Yet we grew as did our minds and experience in our hearts,
And suddenly we weren't children any more.
Still we laughed and we played, now with haunted eyes,
Dreading the day when we must close our open door.
Then it came time for our clan to separate
Though we joined hands and devoutly refused.
Feverishly swearing never to part,
Hopeless words tearing at sad, tender hearts.
And when tomorrow came, we were figures of ivory
Unbelieving and transfixed with pain.
Our tears were bitter with fresh knowledge of life,
And our voices were sweet echoes of yesterday.
V. Mahfood
Coffee Table Poetry for Tea Drinkers
- Dedicated to my loving family and friends with whom I am reunited 3 decades later. -
Daily Quote: Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.
~William Stafford
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: French word: côte à côte /side by side/ adverb
Example:
-French: Même mis côte à côte, on ne peut les différencier.
English: Even side by side we can't differentiate one from another.
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