Above my head white birds soar
in silver sky etched
with teal and gray
swirling fast like water white
flowing from far away
Seldom now do tears take me
down the long road of
Smiles then laughter filling space
feeling finally free
Captive ashes, in silver
urn rests like death and
quiet now and sees
all, it sits just marking time
with both of us at peace
Sunbaked rocks, picnic blanket sand,
Hydrox cookie crumbles on our lips.
Sandwiches made special for these times
and these alone, with root beer floats to celebrate
our return home.
Daddy always jumped in first so's we'd
be braver someday soon.
Playing silly games to teach
us swimming skills, and nature lessons
along side watching minnows nibbling toes.
Picture-taking Momma on the shore,
not so much a beach as sandy spots
among the rocks and tree debris
from winter's slashing fury of spring
turned to summer's glory.
Others swim for the huge rock ledge
The wicked wild water's fast and deep
Memories of peanut butter and jelly
never tasting more like heaven here
in days of Wild River swimming.