For Mom, in Thanks for a beautiful childhood, on Mother's Day, 2015


We carry our childhood with us
even onto old age..
Like sunshine twisting 
through paths of evergreens
Bringing us over and over again
to sights seen and unseen
Moving us along the current so quick
Of greens and blues
and yellow and reds
Life pushes us gently toward endings
That really seem like beginnings 
or are they just tumbleweeds
of moments and remembrance.