In a gentle dawn of yesterdays light
like a final kiss of some errant night,
a dream vanished but its spirit still held.
Such restless feet paced the carpeted floors
while mindless hands completed simple chores.
Life that seemed ages long, quickly as breath
commands the page in hours approaching death.
Unredeemed hours spent that could have compelled
to weigh blond curls and blue jeans against gain
while sorrow strangles memory with pain.
Taking for granted blue eyes full of smiles,
we pressed the gas and covered the miles,
sure that life unfolding would bring beamers
back when tricycles held colored streamers.
Rosarian Sonnet for
Lydia Shutters All Stars Challenge
“when tricycles held colored streamers”
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