Take me back
To that tender space,
Of unbridled expectations
Like a seed
To a sprout
Bursting from moist earth
Into an unknown sky.
Where all was right
and all was good
in the memory of
of all that was had.
I hold the memory dear
like a photo in time
capturing the moment in thought,
even, if not caught as it truly was.
Memory-
you are mine to relive,
to rethink,
to own in my mind
in a way that only I can.
My Pathlights Poetry 