The Red Parasol
I remember the painting, with a heavy heart....I
remember my best friend Valerie, how we sat and talked.
which was beating the most my heart or the sun
as in the shade of my red parasol
memories of my lost love drench my thoughts.
How we looked up at the golden cliffs
when we walked the seashore.
the sea in all its glory like a millpond,
just rolling rippling waves as it hit the shore,
how I sat there with my dear friend from schooldays
remembering those times long ago,...those
sunny days are etched into my soul.
we sat on the cliff top with my red parasol
shading my head and my heart,
consoling myself with thoughts, remembering
the seaweed smell of the sea we had both loved,
life would be so wonderful I related to my friend
Contest. The Red Parasol
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2016