Echoes of the Past

Sitting in the silence of a room, embodied in an empty home Suddenly I hear loud laughter, hurrying feet, uncontrolled giggles. Getting up, I gaze out through the window, A skinny girl just about eighteen, bespectacled and smartly dressed Walking with a bunch of friends, I see. Non-stop chatter, jumpy and enthusiastic A vibrant soul she seem to be. I stood on watching her in ecstasy As she seized the day, each moment with ease. Carefree, confident, gratified she looked In her very own space of jubilance, euphoric and on a high, Adored and loved, she seemed to be the darling of them all. Soon loud music played, all dancing their heart out Oh..how I relished watching them, unable to take my eyes off I could feel in my being, the bliss and mirth of that, eighteen year old When my eyes flashed open….lo and behold she was the echo of my past!!