A Sweet Sound

A short poem that was part of a Scholastic Silver key winning collection

A sweet sound
an innocent giggle
you're my king and
I'm your Queen.
Dressed in crazy clothes,
hiding among the pots,
climbing in with the pans
the world is our castle
and together we will grow.

We will grow up together.

Towering over me
you teased as was expected.
Then soon you dated her
and my first kiss wasted
on someone else lips.
We had to soon forgotten
and to soon we gave up
without a thought
together we grew.

Together we grew apart.

I left without Goodbye.
I swore I'd make my dreams real.
I fell in love and you watched
you watched as I waked away
holding someone else hand.
You ran after and found me later
crushed and left behind
it's part of growing up you said
and together we would grow.

We will grow old together.

Years later here I am,
you kept your promise
and I know you never left
but somehow I feel cold.
Cold when I laugh on the porch swing.
Cold when my spread fingers
never touch yours.
Pepper grey wisps was all you had
When you said together we grew.

We grew old together but remained young forever.