Sometimes it Comes Back

Wandering around the yard
I found a piece of my childhood,
a piece of that summer when I cried
because I couldn't find my favorite
ball, the one with the swirling
colors and metallic shine. That ball
bounced as high as the sky,
or so I thought back then.
In retrospect, there is a smile,
a bit of laughter, and maybe
even a few tears. A tear for
the loss of days gone by, a tear for
remembering when our heart
felt its first hurt, and a tear
for the hope we still have,
although it fades with time.
But after all these years,
I found my ball;
what will the universe
return to me next?