I remember you
when the way to your heart
was on the dirt road
The trees of fear
that shaded the way
The rambling dust
where the horse
of your imagination had
carved a path
And the babbling brook
of your hopeful dreams
flowed down to the horizon
that held your north star
That old dirt road
has been tarred by experience
it is a thoroughfare of many now
those who have come to
depend on you
The built up road
with the apartment blocks
of adulthood
Yet the other day
I stumbled on a daisy
in the chink of the cement
and I saw you running
in a field with the sun in your
hair and a dandelion in your hand
Child of my soul.

© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry

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