There’s a part of my heart that never aged.
Kept apart from the rest of my life, observing events, but not touched.
In amber…glowing golden, kept with other treasures, and memories.
Forgotten like so many things, that will reemerge at some predestined time when all is added back to us once more.
There’s a part of my heart that is still young, that is fresh and new and in awe.
(I had felt I had lost so much of it when Bowie passed, and now I see that there may be more than I knew.)
In me it blooms. Today I am reminded it was never lost.
No matter what the mirror reflects. I know now that I am not so old as I thought, and will never truly be, no one is…
I know now why the old men sit and reminisce, playing games in the park.
I am reminded and renewed by reconnections and memories, coming to it from another place, with more understanding, the kind that only comes with age.
Blessed am I, by my past. By the tender group of souls I came here with, some of them have moved on, and some of them, gratefully, are traveling with me still.
-Erika Katherine Ginnis