Childhood Memories in Connecticut
(For my friend…..
Deborah Tosun Kilday )
Children
Running amuk
Thriving deep in
Forest dwellings
Splendor in the in a maze of trees
Playing hide n seek in the winter snow
The footsteps always led us
Back
To each other
The Spring arrives
Upon Persophonie’s breath
Among the shadows of youth
Revisiting childhood ways
A pile of yesterdays
Only I live here again
Surrounded by the memories
That no longer
Exist
Anymore
Not to anyone else
Not to anyone that cares
Not to anyone left
That may or may not
Answer the phone
We lived
We die
But the energy of
Our innocence
Will
Remain within these trees
Forever
Matthew P. Bowers
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 