Judith

For a long-time friend, a shared childhood, for the little girls we all once were:

When I think of you,
I think of Lily of the Valley
and the plans for the
elaborate weddings we never had.

A girlhood trapped in the amber of time,
long-ago girls green as corn,
our sweet innocence light
upon our unkissed lips.

When I think of you,
I think of Lily of the Valley
and pretend that I don't know now
what we didn't know then.

I lie dreamless in a long-ago night,
our youth soughing on the wind,
our dreams shadows in the silver
moonlight.

When I think of you,
I think of Lily of theValley,
of heavy boughs of bridal wreath,
and apple blossoms falling softly
to the ground.