A World Ago

A world ago
I learned baby steps across the snow
Built sand ladies lying in sculpted rows
Upon the beach. Learned my private lessons well
Counted by groups to multiply my complex dreams
The world in braille and low indigo hues
Monsters would sometimes invade the childish play
Whistling then I blew the grief away
Six years forever, when you're only eight
And books with too big words can't tell your fate
Pale fires would graze the dawning of the day
The things I lost, they fluttered soon away
I learned how life goes on
A world ago.

by Patti Masterman

Comments (2)

Metaphorically wonderful. And right on.
Hauntingly affecting. I can hear the soft sussuration of the sand in the waves as life goes on.