Dec 19, 2008 17:55
Tell Me Your Stories
You skip shoeless across your days
Tender soles unscathed by the hot, rough ground.
You climb our fences, swim in our pools,
Laugh at our conventions,
Because you can
Because you should.
Memorandum: Do not try to grow up too fast.
Do not follow in my footsteps yet.
Look over my shoulder and see
The path paved with memories
like stones worn river-smooth.
Restless, I turn them in my hands
On days when the ground is so cold it burns.
They are a comfort, but a reminder
Of the distance between here and there.
Now my secret gardens are only in my head
But yours are just down the street.
Take off your shoes and go barefoot in the moonlight
And sink your toes in the midnight grass
For me.
(Full Disclosure - I did not write this this week, but, it's been one of those weeks. Really.)