Treasured Still
In a town of memories
Carved into my heart
Streets of bygone moments
Coated ice cream and platform sight
Treasured steps of fun
Structures stable, once bold
Shaded now in unknown hues
Playful sandy glee, strangled by disrepair
Vibrance dulled to a mundane helplessness
Yet…
Every corner-stone
Every laneway afoot
Every street name
Every breeze brushing cheek
There is laughter and light, still
Echoed voices in corridors
Vacant rooms of well-worn adventure
Hold all close
It is the heart that directs path
Feet move in present
Driven by past
Cherished in tender emotion
A flood that can rise at a passing breeze
A sound, a sight familiar or recalled
A hearty greeting
A feast prepared
In back porch entries
I miss it all!
I walk in nostalgia
Carrying a heavy heart
But my spirit sails
For I know
That in change,
Some things will remain.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, July 21, 2016
Image: Laneway, by P.A. Moore.
Love it Paula!!!!
Thank you so much.