The dissolutions all have been abrupt <br />The cracking limb that left a jagged edge, <br />A flourishing rapport becomes corrupt, <br />As underground, bad feelings form a wedge. <br /> <br />It comes on gradually, the chilling cold. <br />The autumn leaves still dazzle as they fall <br />And flares of laughter, promises so bold <br />Retreat, but slowly, into winter's pall. <br /> <br />When looking back upon those other days, <br />When stars were bright and fireflies stitched the night, <br />Once soft as velvet, deep and dark we lay, <br />The fear your hands betrayed kept out of sight. <br /> <br />If Wisdom were a gift for someone young <br />Such memories as these would not have stung.<br /><br />Pamela Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-1969/
