Through the looking glass……..
Come streaming back,
As I look through the window into the past.
Yesterday is a portrait,
Splashed onto the canvas of the mind,
For all to see.
I look back and try to remember.
A child looks up,
From the cauldron of recollections.
A face wrought with uncertainty,
Unsure of the world he is being thrust into,
Clutching desperately at loved ones….
A face looms over,
A visage of love,
And holds his hand.
The journey has begun.
Five years hence.
The child has grown.
Waiting to be channeled.
Uncertainty replaced by surety.
Awaiting another transition.
Four years pass.
We see him again..
The change is palpable,
Adolescence is evident.
Surety paves the way for confidence.
And then he knows….
He has changed.
The journey nears its end,
A chapter draws to its close.
He readies for a final farewell,
Realizing what he has to abandon.
The world beckons,
And as he strides out with poise,
All he has now are memories….
Pressed between the folds of his mind,
To cherish forever.