*
Quicksand ~ it must have been!
Lightly rubbing a pair of crusty eyelids,
pulling at the telltale tracks of roundabout memories
with half-shuttered eyes, I thought back – I looked inwards.
I fell deep into a remembrance of last night’s restless wanderings.
*
Innocence is lost — not when taught
You’re born a sinner!
That it’s a fact and you shouldn’t act
like that to be a winner
.
It’s lost about the time when taught
that Santa is a lie
The Easter Bunny, Superman…
and Jesus had to die?
*
She’d call me into the parlor
to come and sit by her side
I always knew what she wanted
the joy that came from her pride
*
Mother alone possessed the keys
caught off-guard by her fingers
The chopsticks, I’d play from her knees
Still the memory lingers…
