Little Stories

What is wrong
with a story
When it begins
with a category
Such as sadness
and woe galore
When I could tell
you so much more
About memories new
and memories past
Where every story
is meant to last
Within the time
it takes a life
To live and die
in joy and strife

Remember one day
a walk by the sea
On a road of tar
my friend and me
Reeds and gulls
and salty air
Shells and sand
I loved it there
Cranberry beds
lined the way
Scenting the air
passing the bay
Hot tar popped
between bare toes
Why we laughed
only heaven knows
Reeds being woven
into lovely hats
Or criss-crossed
into sturdy mats
Nothing is wrong
If we recall
The best of times
no matter how small

Lora Frikken ~ 9-1-08