I Remember By Wesley Williamson I remember, when I was a child, How all my greedy senses intertwined, October's fur blurring sharp morning corners, And buttered toast a siren song From a wonderland four short breaths beyond The brass knobbed bedpost. I remember, when I was a child, Sleepily repeating the bedtime prayer, Each phrase fixed by invariant coordinates In the mind's continuum; 'Our Father' Ablaze upon closed eyelids, 'Which art in Heaven', a slow parabola of stars. I remember when I was a child In snatches through the mist: So the globe-circling mariner Strains back for one last glimpse Of the dim home lights, soon lost As his sails fill with the venturing wind. Note: Opinions expressed in reviews and articles on this site are those of the author(s) and not necessarily those of BookLoons.