Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

Many nights we shared our dreams
And made many childish plans
To take over the world with laughter
And make the sky our own.
Now we're so much older
And wise, we see it through
To the face beyond the glass
And the mirror's shattered too.
The stairway gone forever,
The gate to Narnia grown cold.
If you stop believing now,
We'll never return to those afternoons
On discarded wood that became thrones
For imaginations wild.
This was when we were happy
And carefree...just a child.
Just a year ago...so much has changed.
I've grown away, she spread her wings,
One is left at home behind.
We all return for summer and flock to warmer ground.
But the slinkiness sisters shared is no where to be found.
Is this what maturation holds?
Is that what secret we weren't told,
That leaving meant forever,
And flowers always fade?
Why can't we go back in time
To when things were simpler and poems rhymed?
Why can't mud puddles just be innocent
And muddy ways to play?
Why do all things dissapear when you hold them tight to you?
Why do endings come just when you need a start?

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak