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caught up in the stream
of things
the streamers I made as a 10-year-old
still hanging from the rec room ceiling where my father tacked them
a long ago place
never touched
and now a new place
that takes me back to when I was 21 and how much I couldn’t enjoy my life then
he did what he did
but I still think of him fondly
when I opened the door
I took his breath away
something most unexpected
something so surprising
even to him
to the both of us
just over two hours left
before I am no longer a child
officially
I have no memory
besides this moment
an undisclosed amount of time
before I am no longer a child
symbolically
The past and present go deep
and I do not want to dive in
on the side
afraid
always
a child
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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