
I wish I could enshrine that day
In my mind, nay, in my soul
And share it still.
It was a perfect day
A day in which I drank my fill.
And store for a time to come
When we shall no longer be
Together as one.
First we came, to seaside town
Then we ate and passed round
The last bite of just one sweet.
Then went to walk in a deserted
park to where we met the sea
And walked that hillside path
Taking great care
Not to stumble there
Or fall the fatal fall
Upon the rocky shore bellow
My eyes were full
To gaze upon that gentle sea
My heart was filled
I see you still, the dearest souls
In my menagerie.
My husband, daughter, son
No, not children, but grown
That after wandering have come home.
One on a rock, one near the broken boat
One, feet in the water, and me
Sitting in a gnarled tree.
Were I to paint this scene
It would be fine.
The sun, the blues, the hills
The pelican standing on a lapping boat
Unafraid and so still.
What is all this to me?
It is the priceless threads of gold
From which I weave
The tenderest strings of me.
The prize for which i strove
With every fiber of my wishing.
It is the deepest well
From which I draw my breathing.
A thing to be caressed within my breast.
As a mother, wife and me, all live
To see things well, for these I carry close.
This was a perfect space,
a still-life painted in my soul
An easy peace, an inlet beach,
Few words, a few jokes, a kindly breeze.
Forever and ever
Please remember these.
Rhea Harmsen
Copyright August 2020







Thank you. Beautiful!
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