A walk through her memories

Carol Luna Giorgi

I hope to one day stroll through my memories during a walk in the park.

Sit in the bench where I read,

Lean against the tree I fell out of.

Find the spot where my initials were so elegantly carved.

Spot the bird I talked to, and tell it hello!

But I hope I don’t do it alone.

Perhaps i’ll take a daughter.

A little girl- who will listen to its stories

Add her initials to the beginnings of a tale that has long preceded us;

and will thrive– long after we’re gone!