Sunlight on the waves, and seagulls declaring their glory remind me of so many summers ago.
Of rafting in the ocean, and fishing in the twilight. Of swimming in the waves, ducking under
and the 14 year old me, being liked by the brown haired girl. I wished I had asked her name.
Of Dad and I walking the boardwalk. Of fried chicken dinners, and so many shadows of him
still living here, as I walk barefoot in the wet sand.
Lord God, I do miss him, but thank you for my Dad.
Happy Father’s Day.
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In those waves where light seems to glitter,
of a boy on a raft,
of body surfing, and wipe outs
of being old enough
a Chevy of course
old enough to take Marianne
on a date……
would she want to dance?
Suddenly a seagull woke the old man….
for a piece of bread.
He reached into the bag
and threw some crumbs in the air…..
longing for more
of his sweet summer memories.
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Holding each other at the lake, I can feel you breathing My Love,
as the ripples on the water take us back in time,
when warm breezes floated gently
and we were surrounded
by a world of leaves.
Hang on My Love
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In our coldest moments our minds can drift back to the ocean
warmer days, the sun reflecting the light to our faces
and seagulls descending for a piece of bread
the noise of children playing, splashing,
while lovers hold hands walking
along the beach.
They say the ocean is beautiful with snowflakes
falling, but we never think of that
on the warmer days.
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