Children

Originally posted on Nothing Gold Can Stay:

Do you remember those late summer days
When you follwed me through blueberry trees?
You wanted to kiss my blue stained lips
But I slipped from your grasp
Laughed as I skipped
Ready for the chase
I was young enough to still fear your need
Still young enough for daydreams
“Will you find me when we’ve grown?”
I asked as we jumped the bales of hay
“I’ll follow you around the world.”
You lied so easily
Do you remember when you finally caught me?
One laz...