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Embrace the vague memories that are now bittersweet,
those moments when you awoke to your father
carrying you off to bed, lulled back to sleep by his body heat.
Or when you would stand in the cold on Main Street
holding hands with your mother,
watching the Christmas twinkle lights, catching thrown sweets.
Or when your older sister would call – Little Bit! – in the summer heat
unaware of how simply time moves when you are younger,
too busy having fun to worry about deceit.
Or when you and your cousins danced confidently offbeat
till you all got so dizzy you fell over –
remember that sound of your gleeful, stomping feet.
Embrace those memories that are now bittersweet
and do not be afraid to mourn the loss of wonder
and the magic of being carefree.