For it’s not
Me that’s immortal
It’s the memories
Of me in
Others that is
And the greatest
Memory that one
Can ever have
Is having been
Loved by them
Category: Childhood
Cannonball
And right then
When you thought
Just maybe that
What you felt
Might be true
Who ever it
Is and so
You changed accepted
Redacted and ignored
All bells and
Whistles warning you
To be careful
Running and jumping
Off the pier
Fear behind you
Until you hit
The icy cold
Bold frozen water
Realizing too late
That chilly people
Cripple warm hearts
Blackberry (to boo)
And during a
Walk through a
Thorny thicket i
Spied a bush
Dangling luscious blackberries
Plump to the
Touch ripe and
Sweet I sat
Upon a stump
And dined one
After the other
So many times
In fact that
I finally knew
That it was
You that I
Dared the forest
Only to find
