What a lovely feeling
Your hand upon mine
The brush of your cheek
As I kiss you good night
The knowing glances
Across the room,
Sending thoughts we share
Responding in kind to the laughter of children.
How lovely our grandchildren
Playing in the yard
Chasing butterflies
...Just out of reach
And giggling they run
“Catch me if you can!”
Breathlessly repeating the game
Spanning the centuries
“Catch me, please.
And hold on eternally.”
David Martin
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