Little knotted bands
wrapped round wrists
of smaller hands.
The purples and blues
are faded colors—
older hues.

The knotted strings remind
of a time
long forgotten—
of smaller fingertips
braiding in secret
amongst the leaf
of knowing not upon which
we look, some day,
to bring us grief
And of violet nights
and of crimson skies
which spoke a love
that never dies.

Our hands have grown
Yet as have our hearts
Little knotted bands are kept and shown—mementos—
As a new day starts.

  • Author: benevolentbluebabe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2019 09:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: An old friend, unforgotten, provided the inspiration: the friends we've had—the magic of a childhood, and the friendship bracelet. Even as we age, we carry with us the impressions people have left on our souls. Looking back, we realize how much we've changed, but we treasure the mementos of who we once were.
  • Category: Friendship
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  • FredPeyer

    Beautiful writing, tender, loving. I like it a lot.

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