Let This Day Be Forever
Cries of joy, as memories from
my own childhood
two boys, eleven or twelve
jumping with life, scampering
across our view, trim
from rushing through their lives
while I, aware of my weight,
tummy pushing forward
grey hair balding, needing a
hat in the coolness of this day
not so with these lads
bare heads, nor gloves, escaping
mom’s advice, quick glances
then across the snow-filled road
heading to new adventures.
And I, walking slowly with my love
the two of us, chatting, caring
one for another
oblivious to their stares, holding
gloved hands in the twilight of our
lives, unnumbered memories
flavouring an older conversation.
© Richard L. Provencher