A Memory
A small girl stands in the front yard
Holding a Ribbon Dancer in her hands
Not knowing that one day the long cloth would be
A container of memories in the future
I stand in the front yard,
Holding a Ribbon Dancer in my hands.
I swish the ribbon through the grass,
Feeling the smoothness with the tips of my fingers,
And remembering when I played with it every day.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, a rainbow.
A rainbow on a baton, a relic of the 90's.
The ribbon is on wings, soaring through the air,
To go sailing down to the grass.
It is a little child's favorite toy.
I asked my sister if I could have it.
If I could have the soft silk rainbow.
I carefully snip a piece of the frayed end,
To be used for a quilt, a poem,
A memory.
 Ookami Keru · Thu Apr 12, 2007 @ 02:43am · 0 Comments |
