The Truth About Love Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

Once more the evening falls
Upon the playground in the shade.
Reflecting in my seeping tears
Upon the games I played.
Recounting sunny faces
Of the ones who came to play
And toss the small but coloured
Word throughout a summer's day.
The random scattered memories
Kicked up by scuttling breeze
We, infants ripened in the sun,
Beware our scoured knees.
Once more the sober moon has
come to pass
To show that golden fields are
Dying grass.
Scorched and scattered as the summer's
Toys
we found the truth when we were girls
and boys.
Games are made for burying in
the sand..
I sit and sift my summer through
my hand.

written by Yvonne in 1977