Melting Memories

Memories do fade,

Like seasons in their due course.

Clear images as they were

Fade like flowers,

Losing their bright colors,

To weather and age.

To weather and age

Do leaves lose their soft touch

Like the loss of color

To memories of old.

To memories of old,

Like autumn to flowers,

Time tears their soft petals and pushes them

Back to the corner of our minds.  

And as snow to gardens and dewy lawns,

New memories cover up the old.  

New memories cover up the old,

But in time a few old memories

Spring from murky depths,

Like snowdrop flowers in April rain.  

Like snowdrop flowers in April rain,

From those murky depths of old,

Random memories of small,

Un-notable expanses of time,

With bursts of laughter or sorrow,

Fade to unclear motions, easily mistaken for dreams.

Written my eighth grade year as a poetry assignment

Sister’s Presence

She stroked the baby’s head.

With her tiny fingers, she played with his even tinier ones.

She leaned down into his wooden cradle, her hair just meeting the mattress as

She lightly kissed his forehead.

 

Straightening back up, she smiled and

Pulled the blanket back over his small body.

She stood there watching his sweet face as

She stroked the baby’s head.

 

As if he knew of his sister’s presence,

His little sparkling blue eyes opened and looked back at her.

He grasped his tiny hands at the air and

With her tiny fingers, she played with his even tinier ones.

 

Grabbing tight to her fingers he thrust them into his mouth.

Her smile grew even larger.

Reaching her nose to his round belly

She leaned down into his wooden cradle, her hair just meeting the mattress.

 

He stretched and giggled as she tickled his tummy.

He wriggled about and grabbed at the air till he found something to pull at:

Her hair.  She laughed and for one last time,

She lightly kissed his forehead.

 

Longing

Sleep

The fragility of a life returned to sleep.

An angel whispers in your ear.

Time to leave behind the people you can’t keep.

The fragility of a life returned to sleep.

A guarded peaceful sleep, so deep.

“Come with me” the angel says “do not fear”.

The fragility of a life returned to sleep.

A gift of rest and eternal peace.

Army Men

My brother looked up at me.

I nodded.

We stood where the ocean met

With the beach.

Waves washed up

Against our feet,

Seafoam brushing our ankles.

We made the plunge

Together.

Our arms linked, we took

A big stride.

We stomped through the waves

Until the water

Reached our waists.  

The waves crashed

Against us,

But we stood strong.

We beat the waves. We stood

Our ground,

Like army men, we stayed.

Like army men, we stayed.

We beat

The crashing waves.  

We stood

And screamed and laughed.

We kept

our ground, or at least we tried.  

The waves

Grew higher with greater

force.

The wind grew

fiercer.

And one army man

fell.

A shocking cold,

like

An icy knife

Stabbed me. It

Pierced

My skin. One army man fell.

I surfaced from the

Cold depths,

The waves still trying to push

Me down,

But army men never leave a

Man behind.  

His arm stretched out,

And I pulled.

I pulled up from murky

Depths,

I choked for breath.

But I stood,

Strong, once again.

Because

I was an Army man.

So we stood,

Strong once again,

Together.

Just like army men,

Together.