Somewhere A Childhood Waits For You

somewhere a childhood waits for you
like rippling cream over the strawberries.
well sugared, a lemonade afternoon.

april, and you are april too and you feel
that way whenever you stand near the backyard trees
in the shade with the early violets;

your Easter-basket smile.

white violet, wild and infinite were your skies.
it seemed it seemed they would never disappear.
that always when the new grass sprung

so would you.
In Heaven, this is true.

mary angela douglas 15 december 2015