SNAPSHOT

We sit along the water’s edge
Waiting for a tug on our lines
Sweetly reminiscing
About old friends and company
Family members we’re missing.

Shots heard in the distance
I pray the targets missed
Your hands show your age
Your face, sun worn
Your eyes still that of a five year old.

Smiling, when I catch a weed pike
Or you hear the sound of the old field toad
A thermos full of hot coffee
All the stories you have told.
So many memories

I love that old flannel shirt you’re wearing
I’ve sewn the buttons and your torn pocket sleeve
More times than I can count
Looks like the fog’s rolling out
The sun is coming up.

It’ll be lunchtime, before you know it.

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Image from Google Images: gettyimages.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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