A Road Away…


A Road Away

I have enough memories from the past

to last me for the rest of my life.  My

unstinted mind will not hide them from the

times that they were born.

A small country church, a chorus of crows;

the splashing sounds of a brook running

through the Birch trees. The wind caressing

a colossal row of Oaks in the field.

Death, a road away from the weathered house

of worship, followed by black feathered angels. 

No longer will the water beneath the Birch cool,

nor will the winds surrounding the Oaks embrace


The rocker on the porch is stilled, no hand waves

goodbye.  In a cobwebbed corner of the room, the

sun shines through a cloudy window, as the image

of tattered curtains dance in a nearby mirror. 

Childhood is dead.

 thBPHSKA15In Memory of Charlotte –  “Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”



One thought on “A Road Away…

  1. So sorry for your loss of Charlotte. Elizabeth, you captured so many lasting memories of childhood mixed with nature’s specific influences upon your soul, I feel. They will live on, I believe in such beautiful descriptions and pictures in your brain. Hugs, Robin ♡
    I do feel your final line is moving and sorry you feel this way about childhood.


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