i was free then,

a bit different from now–

when all it was

was sun & wind

and laughter

and bubble gum

and penny candy,

bikes & joy.

it did not matter–

the beauty

of anything but life

and its duties.

not the complex

social order

that i 

would soon meet;

the things

i would come

to want

the boys

i would like.

the dreams i 

would dream;

the realities


would yield…

we are still living

and leaving daily

i see your names

and they evoke

many memories

of who

i thought

you were

and who

i am;

still free,

but different 

from then.
Linda Tauhid