By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: In tribute to childhood stories everywhere.]
Within the hallowed pages of certain curious volumes
childhood visions are always at play
like lullabies that echo in the mind long
after the lights have given way
to darkened starry restfulness
They call to mind stories told at bedsides
by an older generation
or discovered in similar ways
then claimed and practiced
as youthful days
skip along
much like stones
upon a lake surface
deep
in the summertime
Until… somewhere…
we become distracted amid various changes
and those visions slip away
past their book covers as if
behind theater curtains
veiled
but still there
in the form of fond memories
. . . such as of sidewalks that end
. . . stuffed animal friends in peaceful forests
. . . narrow escapes from gardens
in the company of mischievous rabbits
. . . flights to islands
where children can remain children
forevermore
. . . among many other possibilities
Even years later
their fanciful touches and lessons
can remain in our souls
and their inhabitants
turn into old friends
remembered
from time to time
Like a quiet promise
they wait for us with ceaseless patience
to find just a moment to slip away
for a visit
They will say
“Come on
come in
dream with us again
for a little while
because the fun
is ready to begin”

Beautiful message and rhythm. Love it.💕
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Glad you enjoyed it. ^_^
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I sure did.💕
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