unable to discern if they
will ever sprout.
We sometimes wait on the
edge of a drought
for one drop of rain.
If only things would be simple
like they used to be when we didn't know.
We walk over river stones so smooth
in our bathing suits as Mom sketches us
caught up on a page in time.
We have all changed.
We search for innocence
to meet with us where we are,
so that we may travel back through
a wardrobe into our childhood fantasies.
There is a secret garden, and we have the key.
There is a first love foundation
where we first met
for the first time
on a breath and a sigh;
And we have it still.
Jenneth Graser
Artist - TurningBear Mason
What a beautiful recall, capturing the essence of time and memories spoken.
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