Remembering is so sweet. Like it was yesterday.
I can still see the wake making its mark through the glassy water
And hear the gentle humming of the pontoon motor.
The child smiles as bright as the sun reflecting off the mirrored lake
In my mind’s eye.

Life can be a killer of faith. And love.
The tender bond lies shattered
Like pieces of unrelated puzzles with no hope of connection.

Entwined hearts are ripped apart.
Only memories remain to fill the open wounds.

© January 22, 2017 Karen Farrell, all rights reserved