youth,
your love as a bride,
how you followed me in the
wilderness,
in a land not sown." Jeremiah 2:2
i remember when
i was a little
child,
clinging so tightly
to you,
determined never,
ever to let go, for
fear of losing you;
i remember those
promises
i made, holding hands
with you, looking
you in the eyes
with a passion
which seemed to
dim the full moon
shining through
the window;
i remember following
you with unfettered
enthusiasm,
carefully placing my
feet in the impressions
you left
in my heart,
convinced you knew
a path i could not see;
i remember
and wonder
why
did i
forget?
(c) Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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