Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt
—
Happiness filled our life
with love and light.
Joy kept us company, too.
Out in the country,
we were one with nature
and each other, too.
Precious memories
of children laughing,
deer and antelopes playing,
The two of us
sat together,
watching the sunset.
Looking back into
the amber glow
of your smiling eyes,
I’d hear the
sweet nothings
you whispered to me.
As I close my
eyes, I can
see us together again.
—
Author’s note: Instead of taking my own photo, I’m trying to write poetry based on Matt’s photo. For the past few minutes and while trying to finish this poem, I’ve gotten the sensation an allergic attack of weepy eyes. (I’m really having PMS and usually I cry my eyes out during the first day).
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!