Remember when you felt the thrill <br />Of a kiss in the dark. <br />A walk through the valley to the park, <br />Then a race up mockingbird hill. <br /> <br />Young then I tendered these feelings, <br />Looking for support and healing. <br />Then a race for center stage. <br /> <br />Now I see as the years fly by me <br />Souls that warm my life, <br />Like my son grandchildren and wife. <br /> <br />They are in the oceans we swim, <br />The meadows we wander. <br />I can see them on a whim, <br />Etched in my mind, <br />Easy to find. <br /> <br />The souls of many cloud my vision, <br />Those that are loved, <br />And those with a mission. <br />Etched in my mind, <br />Easy to find.<br /><br />John Shea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/souls-12/
