overgrown memories

abandoned
lush grass
overgrown like memories
of when they were young
my garden is no longer their haven
and their colorful swings creak, like ghosts tethered in iron chains
why have my children left me as the guardian of our lost destiny?

alone
my angels
replayed Eden’s innocence
I thought they were content
to be left in freedom and fraternity
I observed them tranquilly from my parlor windows, — they never knew —
even then, my loneliness was drowned and forgotten by three in the afternoon

forgotten
any love
somehow uniting us
deep in our tropical rainforest
waits for my death now to deliver
their hearts from the burden of my paradise, tales I spun
while waiting for their happiness to finally catch me in its innocent laughter


overgrown memories
[2008.26.1…b]


Written in the Prime Form
First Place, Pond Poetry Contest, Round Three

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