As a child I knew

     

 

I have never mentioned your beauty

and yet that is why I write,

to cup the youth of spring-like love

and childhood days in the park.

 

I’ve climbed the helpful oak

as the sun moved from the clouds,

but only found your love

beyond maturities and doubt.

 

A self-sustaining afternoon

finds one naked among naked lines.

Once again, I am seven years old,

you are proud in your patent shoes.

 

2 comments

  1. Hi Craig,

    I’ve climbed the helpful oak

    as the sun moved from the clouds,

    but only found your love

    beyond maturities and doubt.

    This is a beautiful tribute to someone that obviously had a positive and memorable influence on your childhood and life. I like the voice in this piece and the way you take us back to that day in the park and how you discovered a young child the power and wisdom of love.

    so much enjoyed this!
    Wendy

    Liked by 1 person

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