Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

D’you remember halting teetering steps One foot, another, falling Calling me? D’you remember sweet and lost at school Your silent eyes were watching Stalling me? D’you remember I still left you there In time you left me too Enthralls me now To see how your grown life is started new. Giving thanks for children growing up.

The sky’s gone gray They didn’t say It was going to rain today. We’d planned to go See flowers and so It really isn’t fair. My Gran would say It’ll do okay There’s still enough blue there. But we just moan The clouds have grown The sunshine’s growing cold. My Gran would smile She often did The sun’ll come out in a while. Enough blue sky To patch a sailor’s Britches make them bright. I wonder if We get the choose The way that we grow old. Maybe we just Wake up one day And see the sky’s turned gray. Written for ReadWritePoem # 25 from the first thing someone said to me after reading the prompt.