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!!