here in the glen,
a young girl used to sit,
on a little piece of wood; a swing.
To and fro,
higher and higher,
Until she could reach the clouds……..
Long golden hair,
shining in the sunshine,
tied back with a red ribbon,
Maple coloured eyes,
lit with childish energy,
dancing on her lips.
Her youth was captured forever there,
Among periwinkles and honeysuckles.
Eighty years later,
as I sit on my rickety swing,
I remember the girl I once was –
Vivacious, light-hearted, funny, jovial;
and here I am now,
Weak and frail.
As I took in all the beauty around me for the last time,
my glance fell on a red ribbon,
lying in the mud,
and I was drowning in a sea of memories….
-By Lavanya Gupta