Great Mysteries Abound In Childhood
We have young years
We have young years
To generate enough glory
And wonder
To sustain us for a lifetime
Like an acorn that feeds the seedling of an oak
The memories made
And wonder
To sustain us for a lifetime
Like an acorn that feeds the seedling of an oak
The memories made
In a soft new mind are more
Gentle, precious and powerful
Not stained with the ego
Not made pale, filtered, or twisted by the machine of adult life
So cup them in your hand
Those distant pungent pictures
Not made pale, filtered, or twisted by the machine of adult life
So cup them in your hand
Those distant pungent pictures
Your mother’s hair
The greying side of the barn baking in sunshine
The toothless man after church
Chewing tobacco and telling us about the war
Cicadas in starlight
Wet grass and spiderwebs in the morning
Cup them in your hand
Care for them, your dear joys, great mischiefs, irreverent hopes, and deep insecurities of childhood.
Treat them kindly now and tuck them in.
-Merenda Cecelia, October 2016
Art by Peter Sugarman
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