Reflections
Reflections kindled by a flame,
soft.
A time recent
or a time distant.
A memory of joy and sorrow,
for we have aged
this night.
Was I a child once,
as you?
Was I ever ancient
until today?
Role models in my life
have returned home,
eager for their maker's embrace.
I long
for their tenderness
and wisdom.
Reflections,
fleeting from my thought,
a song,
a taste
a verse read and treasured.
copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr
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