In Adoration

Do you even remember
When we first met?

You were strong, vibrant, so very full of life.
I could only watch
In amazement.

There was no place for me.

The rules were clear:
The door was barred and
The gate closed.

I was patient, my dearest, so very patient.

Do you even remember
Our first tentative declarations?

Shared transmissions of our mutual intentions for
Respect, friendship, and enlightenment.

I was not so naive,
To believe in fairy-tale happy endings,
At least, not for me.

I was unprepared for the
Awakening of something
Thought long lost within me
By you.

Do you even remember
The novelty you were?

We have both changed,
Grown, for the better I hope.
But we are not always the best
For each other, anymore.

I still love you,
But I can not always
Live with you, as you are.

Do you even remember
Your former Spirit?

Our long history magnifies
Our mutual metamorphosis’s.

Others weigh in,
Heavy handed with their opinions.
I accept their criticism with as much
Silence and Grace
As I can muster for
Your sake.

Do you even remember
Why anyone would care?

I am your creation still,
Even as you radiate
The remnants of my final strokes.

I will never truly leave you,
Though you will go on without me.

The Treat

Twas’ deep within the very depths of searing August heat,
A little one, with little coin, in search of sweet relief.

Accompanied by sisters three the youngest pressed onward,
Seeking some familiarity ‘twixt walls of stone and wood.

They wandered grand halls, smoked and dark, searching for a sign.
Baskins, was what they had sought. Friendly’s, they did find.

They had arrived.

Brown eyes big and open wide, she stared upon the counter’s shine.
“So what will our young poppet try?” asked Sam, his smile benign

With voice devoid of warmth or cheer the counterman orated
“Honey, Almond, Strawberry, Peanut Butter?” He waited.

She shook her head.

“Maple Mint, or Blueberry? Marshmallow? Pistachio?
An old standard perhaps is best: Chocolate, No?”

The little one’s head nodded, a’ quivering in fright.
Too many choices bothered her, her face was chilled and white.

Lo, Sam’s transact was not complete, he had uncertainties:
on sugar cone or merely plain; and lastly add jimmies?

Then, they were Done.

The little girl, soundlessly, traded coin for treat.
The little girl, boundlessly, found an open seat.

The little girl, wordlessly, lifted cone to teeth.
The little girl, carelessly, licked the underneath.

Baby Sister, helplessly, saw her treat hit floor.
Eldest Sister, thoughtlessly, laughed and laughed some more.