Stairway of Footprints
by Jaydon Cole
Your tears still seem so fresh
Falling upon this forgotten stairway
Laughter, transferred to stone from flesh,
Still echoes from the footprint array.
Erosion of the memory grows apparent,
Even in these concrete preservations,
Of hope imbued by loving parents
And innocent games of evasion;
When God's smile could still be seen,
And the tears didn't feel so wet,
When your smile was still serene,
And we thought we'd never forget,
And mud-ball battles, tornado-slides,
Hopeless attempts at flying kites,
Searching for that perfect place to hide,
And monkey-bar chicken-fights.
Where have those young feet gone
Leaving their impression in these stairs?
We grew up when you ceased your song
And we left when we found no one cares.
Discovering the monsters beneath our bed
Had been real all along.
They crept in and tore apart our heads
When you weren't here to make us strong.
And so I return to find the memory
That I had left in this cement,
But none of these prints belong to me
And I'm not sure where that child went.
I'm one of the last dying embers
With barely a memory to make any sense,
And I wonder if the others remember
This memorial to our innocence.
Author's Note: Still just a rough draft... needs work just not real sure what...
Posted on 04/12/2005
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