Stepping into the memory garden
I chanced upon a woman.
A woman? No!
Rather a girl.
I gazed on her with vague recognition.
This fresh-faced creature, eager, passionate,
Brimming with promise, potential
Then I peered into the pond
To ponder the woman reflected there.
So many years between that girl and I
How much failure?
How much promise unfulfilled?
How much potential untapped?
I looked and looked and looked to find
A glimpse of the girl smiling back at me.
A girl from a time, when I believed
Best is good enough, to succeed.
Same smile, same eyes, same name
Little else unchanged.
And try as I might,
I could barely see any similarity
A glimpse of something deep
Beneath the dust of decades,
Under the weight of loss and gain,
The highs and lows of joy and pain.
Faith and love and hope remain,
And these are enough.