Wednesday, February 14

Love and Innocence


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.