Silky threads of childhood
adrift upon life's sea.
Delicious lost days left
like streamers softly afloat,
tied to the long rope
of our adulthood
by the knot of memory,
trailing our fragile craft
through peaks and troughs,
never quite out of sight.
In the calm of remembrance
hauled in and stroked,
smiled at and released
to glide once more
into the gathering mist.