I wish life were a book
cherished
One where I could engage
Moving back and forth in
time
Indulgently, turning page
by page
Each morn as night
breathes its last
And the sun on the
horizon’s play
I would love to visit the
moments lost
To time, where memories
ricochet
I’d read days when I was
but a child
Not a care more in my
gentle heart
Than to run barefoot in
the garden
Happiness butterflies in
fragrant flowers
In a whisper of a
caressing breeze
I would touch the days of
young love
To feel once more the warm
promises
Of eternal bonds and
forever more
On another page I would
smell the joys
Of baby lotion and tiny
clothes
Smiling at chubby hands
holding mine
And grinning faces with
toothless holes
Some days I would turn a
page and cry
At the things I had loved
and lost
Other times memories of
laughter and joys
With friends would flood
my thoughts
Maybe I’d be tempted too,
to reach past
To the end of the
treasured tome
But then I would find
blank pages left there
By God, to be painted with
shiny chrome
Each night as stars would
twinkle bright
And shower me with
mellifluous delights
I would turn a few pages
to feel once again
The deep love of life’s
fortuitous writes
MS
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