Remembering Those Leaves Of Summer.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i remember the day when Papa
quit smoking, when he promised not to visit
the cockpit anymore and gamble
and he fulfilled his promise,
and the family was happier then
less the fights, gone were the loud arguments,

i remember the day Mama died
because of joy
i remember how she resurrected from the dead
because of promises fulfilled

i remember those days of rain
how we bathed joyfully under them
how our laughter mixed with those drops of tears

i remember most those sunshine days
when we rode on galloping horses on the mountain trails
i remember those poems written for the beautiful orange-sunsets
citrus flavored moments
smokeless in the boulevard
pure healthy talk, less the worries, diminishing darkness,

well, those were the days that i like to remember
and by now, you must have noticed how easily i too forget them.

those leaves have fallen, and what we did, if you remember
was burn all of them

must we keep burning still?
leaves all.