Was Once A Bond Of Love Poem by Julia Luber

It's the bonds of love that may have existed once.
Must have been. Such impression from the past
could be revealed by no other formal sin. When:
spoke a child asking about history. "was it a bond
of love that ever had to do with me? " and as to
change and time and life moving on- what has
that bond of love now become? Was it sunshine-
dissipating, never to be known again- floating away
like a cloud through an intriguing, gravitating din?
Was it a song that some want to hear again? That
might have been felt by others- sisters/brothers:
do so indeed- must have been love that planted
this changing and time altering seed.