The older you get, there is a pull to look to your past. |
Once Upon a Time It was 1967, known as the “Summer of Love”. I tune in to AM top 40 radio, teenage fairy tales. Smiling about secrets I don’t yet know, Teary eyes for lost lovers in “a whiter shade of pale” Years zoom by, rock records trend. Radio spins albums, dancing in a teen dive. Slow ballads, intimate personal affairs. Warm sensations, my body, sexually alive. Sure I was in love, virginity soon gone. Growing up,1960’s teenager in naive Babylon. Marriage, a golden trophy for women then. College, one place to scout successful men. My love and I eloped, no white wedding for me. Vows said in earnest, awarded a marriage degree. Till death do we part, an elusive date with mortality. Youth, a future of hope and roses for thee and me. I want an A grade for doing it right. Two healthy sons, lovingly breastfed into soft night. Brick home in the burbs, worked, cleaned, hardly a fight. One day, it struck me I’d vanished right out of sight. Hang in there, some dreams are dust in the wind. Most mornings bring joy, a bright sun. Marriage, a roller coaster, years seem to fly. Life is hard work, family love, joy to justify. Pause to listen, serene lyrics of Tai Shan. On a holy mountain in China, magic in the air. In the golden light of Autumn, it sang to me. Peaceful time of harvest, a song of eternity. Everyday is often a same ole song of strife. Take time to meditate on the very wonder of life. To find a lost piece of music, hope of our youth. Once we glimpse heaven, unblemished truth. By Kathie Stehr July 23, 2021 32 lines-Writer's Cramp Winner |