Everlasting

  The joy of a child reading
Charley and the Chocolate Factory.
  Red and Orange Maple leaves
drifting on an autumn breeze.
  The full green moon emerging
from hot August night clouds.
  That moment they shared
on the sunsetting beach.
  A full summer day of play
slip sliding; hose, tarp, hill.
  Walking to the podium
flip tassel amidst smiles and cheers.
  Feeling the quickening kick
then in a few weeks your finger grasped.
  A first snow, snowball fight
in the streets with a few strangers.

Even the Sun
will scatter into bits
of Cosmic dust.
And traces
of our memories
become all the remains.

For Eugie’s Weekly Word