Popcorn

Tell me we'll be ten forever 

and I'll ride my scooter to your house 

every day, and never learn 

not to trip over the crack on your driveway. 

Inspired By My Own Book Series

I remember

The gentle touch of your skin

Fingers interlaced

Hearing your voice

Soft and caressing

Love is

Two songbirds 

Singing their lovely tune

Melodies intertwining 

Creating a magnificent symphony

But one’s voice is deteriorating

The inevitable 
Time 
Ticking by 
It seems to speed up 
The older I get 
The closer I get 
To passing through 
The bewildering 
Magnificent archway 
Of eighteen.