Oh friend!
Last night while searching
the canyons of my mind
once again expecting
you to play double dutch
two small children
together laughing telling
secrets
I always allowed you to
jump first
as in the days of yore
remaining behind to make
adjustments
someday these ropes will
turn to gold.
Heather this is a beautiful poem someday these ropes will turn to gold such a lovely line
Ropes turn to gold with time. Beautiful image. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is such a lovely poem, Heather.