Read Poetry: Once a Child, by Dennis Toth

 Once a child
And once a girl,
Innocence still made
Its claim.
To dream
Like a child,
Like an angel,
Like a fawn.
To see the clouds
And feel the rain.

Each memory is
Like a precious fragment
Of fallen, gilded gold.
You would spread them
As little tokens
Across a fanciful map.
Each marked a place
To dream of,
Each mark a wish,
Each spot a hope.

Young you were
And never young again.
A brief reveille
Before the autumn
Before the chill.
A brief repast
Before the grace.

 

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