Every day lasts forever
A lesson learned at age seven
Those summer days
Hot, dusty, running as fast as I could
Mom, cheese sandwiches
Working with Dad in a scampering way
Because we had forever
And toys and shouting from the treetops and all our friends
Real and imagined
The long treehouse, bicycling, laying about reading day
Riding the slow arc of the sun
Into the cool night, still running, skin chill with delight
And dinner and television and bed
The gliding down into sleep, languid, lazy, forever,
The sadness is that
It is true on all scales
This day, this year, this minute, this second, this life
A long summer’s day of eternity
That is why we mourn death
It is the end of forever
Comments
Clayton Medeiros
March 7, 2013
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Good reference
Reminds me, in a good way, of Ray Bradberry's Dandelion Wine which I recently reread in a lovely deckle edged hard bound edition. Well done.
Michael Mayhew
March 11, 2013
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lovely
I don't have anything deep to add. I just like this one a lot. Because it reminds me of so many stories you've told me over the years about growing up. And because it's good.