Dusk turning down it’s golden colors
across the face of the water
Picnicking late with our two golden children
a feast made of olives and crackers
We discuss life as the shore calls them down,
buckets and shovels in hand
We laugh like we’re twenty with a zest, bubble over
They laugh ‘cause they’re covered in sand.
A consummate lover of catching the moment
I set up the camera to pose
The last of the sun winks it’s eyes as we smile
leaving our skin golden glow.
If I could forever replay this one memory
I’d change not a singular thing
This feeling of wellness, complete inner wellness
is something your friendship does bring.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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