I have missed this place
Where we once cottaged with our children
And our beloved dog,
When they were small.
What a relief it is to be here once more
Even though we are all older.
Our last summer before my son
Moves away and turns over a new chapter.
Two more summers to go until
My daughter
Too
Leaves the nest.
This is probably
Our last trip with our beloved dog
Whose old heart feels as though it will give out
Every time she tries to keep up with us.
Right now,
I have an open door
With a lush green view of tree tops.
It is almost quiet except
For the sound of birds
Singing to another
In an intimate language of their own.
I often dream of our place
With its quaint little shops,
Blue mountain peaks
And
The sparkling bay
Which stretches out for miles like a water colour brush stroke.
We will always be connected to this place
Because it will remain part of our inner landscape.
By J. Hamilton