“Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.”
—Corrie Ten Boom
Today’s poem is contributed by Tom Krause.
You were three years old.
Balls were bouncing in the gym.
Children were running, shooting baskets.
Among all the chaos
I saw you grinning at me –
wanting me to watch you.
You waved at me – I waved at you.
You showed me how you could dribble.
The moment froze in my memory.