Already -
I go barefoot in a downpour
so don't miss that -
Once I knew how to catch a wave -
ride it in
and how I'd like to dive into a warm pile of
cotton sheets again, softened by 100 years
of washing -
dried in bright sunshine
I miss playing baseball - in an empty field,
with boys
ringing doorbells on May Day with
my friend, Laura -
I used to love to skip
in a meadow green - picking it's daisies,
play make believe,
and, without caution,
leap on my horse - and ride away
I miss the tickle of
my Grandpa's whiskers,
Mom's cool hands on my forehead,
feeling for a temp
I miss being gloriously serenaded
by my two vying male
yellow canaries - Carlos, Ricky,
changing diapers, babies laughing
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I miss falling in love,
wearing a dusty pink lace veil
with satin trim o'er my brow -
Perhaps someday I will again,
with someone I've yet
to meet -
someone who will dance me 'round the
dance floor all night long,
strong arm guiding\my lower back -
I miss my youth..
..I would say
Yet another 25 years is a whole lifetime, isn't it? We are writing about "missing something" today at dversepoets.com hard for me to decide on just one thing..nothing 'profound' here ;)
