Our Short Walk
Our Short Walk
When first we met across the street, a walk
away from where I lived, a short distance,
the deli where I ate and we would talk.
A time I was alone, an existence
I accepted with open arms and heart,
with no idea that I could rearrange
or give this life, my world, a second start,
to hold a leaf and see each pattern change.
We moved forward without schedule or plan
and saw the seasons change inside our world,
to move with every tide as it recedes,
to stay within our warmth without the sun,
to hold our ground as firmly planted wood,
and see our joy as it soon sprouts from seeds.
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Everyone’s nostalgic today and don’t those wonderful memories of times gone by, stay with us in such detail and warmth. Nicely penned and heartwarming verse. great work.
Thank you Tony.
Very lovely verse, Jamie. Well penned and the nostalgic memories are warm. Very nice.