Childhood Friends Poem by Elizabeth Shield

The window's light was bright, yet dim.
You called my name; I entered in.
Into your old bedroom I went,
air thick with afternoons well spent,
and blocks were scattered on the floor;
our cheerful childhood now no more.

Kneeling upon the light brown wood
we spoke as if we understood:
the years that passed had come again,
and we were young carefree children.

You, who I had long forgot,
and I who you remember not-
were gifted moments long since gone;
fair-weathered freedom lingered on

But time a fickle mistress is.
And youth, so fleeting, disappears.

You stood and motioned me to come
I came; you held me in your arms
The year had come forward again,
for suddenly, you were a man
And tight you pressed me to your chest
in truth, a feeling I love best
And I had never felt more free,
as you leant down and carried me

You opened up your bedroom door;
into the world we went once more.