Glass

Memories
Yesterdays touch tomorrows
Yellowing photograph
Toddler, wonders exploring
Child-like curiosity
Peering through plastic rimmed clarity
Wandering unsteady gait
I touch, my world content
Uncertain, this strange game of balance
Explore to pain
Falling
Strange things called glasses
Designed for easy travel
Shatter, break
I remember tears
Vision blurred
Water and blood
Beginning marking an end
Faded images touch today
What of youth
Frolic uncaring
Careless meandering
Quickly healed wounds
I, twenty-four
going on forty,
Cry the youth, never owned
Games un-championed
My walls and I cry
Me the actor, unending play
Soul tears
unseen
but through words