Yesterdays
Slipped through my fingers
Glimpsing toffee stuck on child's hands, glued to me.
Memory:
It stalks my peace,
companions quickened breath in time with jagged heartbeat:
a soulful tune.
And loss of fathom fills space close behind.
I scratch my head.
Old naivete carried
like a bonnet upon my head
sweeping ribbons tied my eyes to bows
distorting my vision
to only now show me ghastly truth within colorful loops.
I hiccup
And turn the page
of yesteryear.
They've grown
They've forgiven me.
Redemption
At what price?
Who paid?
I turn in silence to more pleasant conversation.
(c) 2017Iris B. Struller