I hear your childhood laughter,
It resounds inside my brain.
The echo very clear now,
Like the sound of falling rain.
The memories of our lives,
Unravel like a thread.
Or, a ribbon soft and supple,
They dance inside my head.
I visit and I sit a spell,
In this land of maybes and what ifs.
My heart beats in the stillness,
I recall one of our tiffs.
My regrets are sometimes many,
To start over would be great.
Or, was it all pre-destined?
Like the way I found my mate.
Regardless of the answer,
I must look at all the wonders.
The person that you are,
That’s really all that matters.
My world is turning quickly,
I’m atop a horse on a carousel.
I’m dizzy and a little nauseous,
But happy, you’ve done so well.
There are moments when I’m spinning,
Your face is there, then gone.
You grow older and you change so fast,
Then a week goes on and on.
But when I visit that soft place,
I find within my heart.
I feel your chubby hand upon my cheek,
I remember your wonderful start.
I wish I could go back there,
I’d hold you oh, so close.
I’d kiss your tears; I’d smell your hair,
I’d cherish every second, and never let you go.
~ Rose-Anne Constantineau
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