Memory of another kind

Bright eyes glowing love without precedent,
Soft feet danced into my heart and mind
Captive laughter entwined with spoken words
Changing my memory with passing time
Hearts and lives grown ever distant by what is
None to fault, yet nagging pain lies there
Amidst the great proud streets and fallen walls
Of happy stories built in yesteryear.

I may not venture back into that realm
of giggling child, or quiet candid talk
to hold ought but a dimly fading light
and walk again where bygone shadows stalk
Robust or timid, moments raced away
before I’d barely pressed them to my mind
And yet my heart holds firm those things it felt
A joyful memory of another kind.


Life happens. I've been ill for a little over a week. My class load has tripled. Yea!! I'm overjoyed and tired.
Tonight my 21 year old came to visit and eat supper with us and pick up her new phone and tell us about all the awesome stuff going by at breakneck speed. She's begun taking on more responsibility at work. It's so exciting. She dated an old friend and got goose bumps that felt really weird seeing as how he's like a brother. He treated her like a lady, invited her in for icecream, and sang to her. I was smiling and yelling "whoa, there Jimmy Stewart" inside. On the outside I offered encouragement. He's good stock! Did I just say that? I love her alot.
One of my students commented last week: "You really get pumped doing this, don't you?" I laughed, "I love teaching; I love art. What's not to get pumped over!?" But I remember how I almost hated it all a few years back. Then I think how I had loved it a few years before that. I'm fickle.
My grand kids are coming next week and then I'll have another group for a while later. It excites me; yet experience tells me how fast it will all go by and I wonder if I'll be able to make those special "remember it forever" moments happen. I've decided they just come along like the teaching and the goosebumps. I hope I don't get so busy I miss them.
I find myself reflective, drenched in melancholy this night. So the poem "Memory of another kind." May you be blessed.