Nostalgia

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.