Memory Is A Cool Pool Of Checkered Fabrics Poem by Patti Masterman

Memory is a cool pool of checkered fabrics
brushing up against eyelet smiles
on the long summer days
when we wore almost nothing;
as forgiving as children are,
as short lived as a reverie.

Was it forever, or just a few summers
which left their indelible mark upon us;
a somersault into water that lasted eons,
a never ending picnic by the trees.

Do blue eyes ever fade
like the last star at sunrise?
Are secrets still worth keeping
when the dreamer's grown old and wise?

There is real treasure buried here,
hidden by the young
who crossed their hearts,
hoping to die;
and coveted once, by so many
but recovered, with only one sigh.