To when you remember

to the times our dreams owned a floor
and our laughter came from deep down,
do you remember mother’s frown?
meant our sins were filled with stupor.

to the times our dreams lived ashore,
watching life swim into our tears—
how darkness could march on our fears.
to when you remember the whips
whose pain could reach the fingertips
all these grew you with fewer repairs.

Ruddapoet