Strawberry Water
My love's reposed neath the military lawns of rows
of marble lit in moonlight's tender care.
July, the month of dreams of him-
watching bluebirds feed their fledglings under
Carolina blue skies so vast.
Maples and oaks sway in their full foliage in
a coquettish way with the courting breeze.
Strawberry water, cold to my receiving lips
and throat.
The comforting summer serenade of daytime
into twilight's cricket chorus so soothing.
I recall when we were young parents,
the newness of every morning,
our baby daughter of angelic beauty,
the leisure of the weekends with coffee
and the Sunday paper.
How she grew so swiftly, and we began to
become gray.
Our baby is forty-two, love,
and we miss your fatherly and
granddad's presence.
Strawberry water and reminiscing,
sweeter than watermelon,
on this summery eve. ~
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