This Day, Forever
Joyful shouts are memories from
my own childhood
young children
noisy across our view, living
life, my tummy pushing forward,
hair balding, wearing a
hat in the coolness of this day.
these young ones escaping
mom's advice, bared
heads nor gloves
to warm their souls, quick glances
across the road before
leaping into new adventures.
We advance slowly my love and I
clutching one to another
oblivious to stares, hat and
gloves protecting the twilight of
our lives as we flavour
older conversation.