Childhood on the Air (Adult)

Childhood on the air, a heavenly smell
Behind the henhouse, beneath the woodbine
Our special place
How gently we squeezed the flowers to reveal bubbles of honey
Bubbles of happiness
Of laughter
We swore our friendship,”till death do us part”
Words we heard at a wedding, words older than time
Too old for children
I watched beneath the woodbine for your return
Our secret door, the broken pailing
Stubbornly unmoving
Memories of you cling my friend
They swirl in honeysuckle breezes that speak of childhood
And loss.
Learn more about the contest which inspired this story:  Fleur 2020-07 Honeysuckle
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