I sit here and recall the years past
The youthful time that did not last.
My Mother said, she altered my pants;
Taking them in at the waist, did enhance
Until back pockets touched. Laughing at this
And that memory today, as that is
No longer a problem for me.
Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile.
Milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears
for no reason. Just because