Where or why
These tears came.
But
They're here.
Coming
In waves
Like the tide
Down my face.
Melancholy
Fills me
Looking back
Over the past 4 days
Can only sigh.
Half-forgotten memories
Of earlier times
Echoing
In my head.
When life seem
So much simpler
To understand
And life.
That happy child
Was a facade
Concealing
A troubled soul.
Knowing
These magical moments
Of happiness
Are far and in between.
But
As magical as
A summer long weekend
Fireworks display
On a night sky.
Between
The "oohs" and "aahs"
Of various designs
Exploding overhead.
Only
To vanish
As quickly as
They were launch.
Pale echoes
Of those childhood moments
Remembered fondly.
As store bought
Fireworks explode
Around the neighbourhood
Marking the start
Of another summer.
Allowing
A new generation
To share
In this rite
Of summer passage.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: In Canada, the unofficial start of summer is the Victoria Day long weekend, which occurs, on the second last Monday of May. In honour of Queen Victoria, who ruled over the British Empire, when Canada was granted, it's independence, as a Dominion, within the Empire, on July 1, 1867. Even before this date, there are historical records, in Upper Canada (now the province of Ontario), where various communities celebrated Victoria's birthday.
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