Keep playing

Keep playing, young one —
      keep playing
Keep playing, mother —
      keep playing
Keep playing, grandmother —
      keep playing
Keep playing, white-haired youth-at-heart —
      skip off into death
      with a giggling heart.

—Terri Guillemets

Iridescent

The years sprint, sail, drift, fly —
Days melt into sleep
Decades we no longer know —
By taste or smell, yes — but
Hard, fast memories tend not to keep
Youth lives on — yet, is long gone
Birds chirp each Spring anew
But our hearts sing the same shades
Of childhood colors we once knew

—Terri Guillemets