Young Hearts
- by Kathy Mackey
When fear and worry overwhelm
and I sit in darkness instead of light
just before paralysis and gloom
overtake me, I remember that night.
A childhood memory so innocent,
of two friends dancing with the moon,
capturing lightning bugs in our hands,
eating just ripe plums, early for June.
We climbed the dewy mulberry tree
hand over hand, high up the branches,
dangling dirty feet in the summer air,
laughing at danger, taking chances.
Moonglow, backyard shadows,
Fresh breezes, trees, green smells,
young hearts, unrestrained, exploring
feeling the pulse of life in all the world.
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