Rooted Sweet Memory Poem by Diana Newsome

Oh tender, fare youth
lavish me you must
lavish me in your sweetest perfume

come hither and whisper
in darkest of nigh
a most glorious hymn

linger, I crave
in these wrinkles of time
slumber, I pray in rhythms so fine...

Oh fond memory how long has it been
since last I glimpsed your youthful grin
or ran these starved fingers over your creamy soft skin

When last did I hold your trembling hands
to fathom, I ponder your treasures devine
rooted sweet memory, you have

in the earth of my mind
tucked neatly, I've stashed you
in the cupboards of time.


Copyright @ 12/05/2005