(10-25-2023, 07:22 PM)HaarFager Wrote: We Were But Children


I remember placing the coin down
it was oh so shiny
it reminded of the glint
of her eye when she looked at me
we were but children
but we felt so wise
and grownup
playing our little game of house
we were like adults
She was my wife
and I her husband
she greeted me each day
as I came from pretend-work
she had my supper ready
and mudpies were our whole meal
when we were but children

But us children grew up
I remember thinking new things
and having strange feelings
I remembered her simple ways
I remember liking them
But things change
and I changed
I was always far away
from where I grew up
(where we grew up)
I didn’t see much of you then
but I thought about you
did you think of me
I wonder sometimes
why did things turn out not quite
like we had thought they would
We were but children
I am an adult now
and you
are no longer with me
but as I glance up to the setting sun
I realize it is setting too late
for a part of me will go with it
I search for a disposal to
put my newspaper in
I’m through with it already
I caught your name in the small print
and I can still remember back
when we were but children.


Written on May 6th, 1989.


I most often write my poetry to reflect the mood I'm in at that particular moment.

(10-25-2023, 08:05 PM)ANNEE Wrote: Love it!  I only rarely do poetry.  I do mostly one page stories. 
Like I said -- I moved.  Came across some of my writings and just happened to pull that one poem out.

(10-25-2023, 09:29 PM)ChiefD Wrote: That is so moving and poignant! What a beautiful poem.