Faith

There was a feeling

of breathtaking Mom,

white and pink,

radiant sun,

gleaming gold rays,

shining green leaves,

"whoosh" down the slide,

hot pavement,

jelly beach sandals,

sweet cocoa butter lotion,

wide, laughing smiles,

friends just an elbow away,

and the cherishing

kind of love

where a hug could leap out of the arms

naturally,

before the old days

were banished.

I have pursued that

hopeful, glowing spirit

in city streets and cathedrals,

from here even to

Paris.

Wherever that spirit is,

I must be.

I will find it

once again.