Memories of You

Death does not erase those memories completely.josiecook48.wordpress.com/2018/12/29/closing-2018-writing-poetry/

Memories of You

 

To stand at the edge of the bay,

Thinking about my

Life in somewhat general terms,

With the rising sun,

And a tide low at this moment,

Watching the men fish so distantly

From me,

Closing my eyes,

I feel the presence of you,

Memories laced with these fluttering butterflies

That gathered around us on our

Deck,

The shadowed silhouettes of the boats,

Against the morning skies,

Squinting to escape the rays of light,

I pretended to be content a lot

During our relationship to avoid

Tensions between us,

A crimson sky was not what I desired,

The briny smell of this water

Doesn’t bother me,

I welcome the call of the shorebirds,

But the memories of you are always

With me when I visit the East coast,

We met and it was like summer for me,

As I watch this changing view of a beautiful

Turret with the sun coming up behind it,

I miss you--still.

The water laps between the dock posts,

As the sun becomes a distant blur,

Rising,

Being with you was the only thing

I ever wanted,

We shared a secret that binds us

Together --even now,

As I sit in this Adirondack chair,

Missing you,

I remember how my little girl

Would wiggle her fingers

Over yours,

Like a blooming sunflower,

You did not imitate her until later,

Memories beat inside my head,

Delicate shapes with brilliant colors

As you form a pattern in our garden,

It is just dead vegetation now and

Loose dirt,

Always something missing now and then,

The sun higher in the sky,

Spilling colors in orange and yellow

Over the water,

The dock boards are cracked and worn,

That first kiss,

His lips were soft on mine,

He will never kiss me again. ---J. E. Cook © 2018

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Josie. A wonderful journey shared in your words.
"The dock boards are cracked and worn,
That first kiss,
His lips were soft on mine,
He will never kiss me again."
The closing lines above. I did like. I could write a epic tale from. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

TY! for leaving your words here! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome Josie.