Of Fleeting Memories Poem by Ray Quesada

Amidst a mist of fleeting memories
I miss the tweeting melodies
Miss greeting the feathered farm orchestras
of happy whistlers in the trees

Little footsteps slide across the kitchen floor
Mom walks in with groceries from the store
Grandpa is driving the tractor in the distance
And Grandma holds open the screen door

Sunny Vision
of a whispy field of wheat
My brother and I are shaded from the heat
playing hide and seek

'Come grab a bite to eat! ' yells grandma
we giggle as we jump out of the tree
and run up in bare feet

It's kinda weird and funny now
looking back on barnyard days and cows
how anyone could just grow up so fast-
how thousands of days have come and passed
without really noticing it...
- I just don't know how
How all these 'Nows'
become the 'Past'...
and how nothing lasts.

(Oct.27th,2010 - 1: 52 a.m.)