All That Ever Could Have Been

My soul deteriorates at least
Beneath green alpine fields
Oh precious witness of my life
Don’t drag don’t fall behind
As heavy-hearted I collect
My thoughts to bring me back
To all that ever could have been
And to all that that was and will
Kind mothers
Mild summers
And log-eared albino bunnies
Green backyards
French postcards
And tender love for chocolate pop-tarts
Red cheeks
And white milk-teeth
Long shall we live to see this