Little girl tiptoes round the tree
Once I was a girl, just like she
All tousled hair and sun-kissed limbs
I wonder, what became of me?
A life well-lived, a love fulfilled
Time ticked away, my heart was stilled.
But watch, my love, and wait for me
to tiptoe round that self-same tree.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #30 photo prompt.
Image credit: Majaranda on Pixabay
A smile creeps around the corners of your face,
a faraway gaze mists your eyes,
remembering the hugs and tears
you shared
with each of the little ones.
They’ve long grown up
and fled the nest
But you hold on to those memories
Just in case
they need them again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #17 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lisa Fotios – Pixabay
Sunlight filters through burgeoning branches,
sparkles on pond bright water.
Birdsong fills the garden,
while insects drone.
Warm spring air lies heavy with jasmine scent
And this morning
In this moment,
All seems right with the world.
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