Sealed with a Pinky

Beneath the old oak, kids laugh and collide,

they link tiny pinkies, like secrets they hide.

Sunlight filters through leaves, dappling ground,

where oaths carved in stone echo sweetly around.

Those simple agreements, as sacred as gold,

remind me of childhood, the stories retold.

We’d seal our intentions with giggles and glee,

those pinky promises felt like infinity.

Now as I walk, I watch from afar,

those moments of trust shine like the first star.

I wish I could gather those pieces of time,

and carry them forward, like a melody’s rhyme.