O! My Fragile Heart

Author’s Note

This poem was born from one of those quiet moments when age feels close enough to touch, and childhood feels both distant and painfully near. As days grow more structured and time becomes tightly measured, I often find my heart drifting back to the softness of earlier years. Sundays especially—when the world slows for a brief breath—bring back memories of a younger me who lived without worries, without clocks, without the weight of knowing.

In writing these lines, I wanted to capture that ache: the longing to return to a time that cannot be undone, yet continues to call out from within. This poem is a whisper to that fragile part of the heart that remembers, yearns, and still believes in the possibility of rediscovering pieces of who we once were.

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O! My Fragile Heart

As I grew each day, an older
And yonder doesn’t seem too far
Life, every day, tightly scheduled
In between the spaces of time,
My heart, especially on Sunday
– when time ticked, a little slower,

My heart finds solace
In those memories of times
That I’d been, spent as a kid,
Knowing the unlikely, to undo time
But yet my heart seeks, be undone
O! My heart, my fragile heart.