We sat there, we two,
on summer afternoons
in our green kingdom:
porch swing rocking gently,
tin roof baking in the sun,
bamboo wind chimes
clacking in the breeze.
Peacefulness.
Sanctuary.
Healing after loss.
Tibetan prayer flags
fluttering, crickets chirping sleepily,
huge maples standing all around.
In memory, we sit there still,
your eyes on me, smiling,
mine gazing back: a knowing
passing between us.
We have been together
in other lifetimes.
We will find each other
again.
What a wonderful memory!! I love porch swings.
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