Sketches of happiness.
Traces of tears.
Handfull of hopes.
Closetfull of fears.
Is this all
I can look forward to?
Given a glimpse of happiness
only to have it wisked quickly away?
Faint Summer memories of love,
running together in water color hues,
leaving me to ponder the past,
and sing the blues.

©1999 Donna Y.Towery