Poetry Weaver

Tender Days

body of water at daytime

childhood’s tenderness
remembering you and me
so sweet to ponder

barefoot babbling brook
ankle deep in water where
tickly minnows played

petals fell softly-
oblivious to all else
you wielded your net

days were simpler then
living for a moment
beauty everywhere

I close my eyes and
petals kiss my face
taking me there

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July 12, 2021

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