Mother and Child

Once … upon a long ago

we sat inside the quiet

and watched the sun-kissed waters drift

beneath the morning light.

A place without a number;

a world with no address;

tucked away behind the trees

where Golden Whistlers nest.

Where thoughts so soft and gentle

filled my mind with peace.

And locked me in a moment

that I hoped would never cease.

But nothing lasts for always

and time will have its way.

The world and I have aged since then

and dimmed my yesterday.

Yet still one memory strong and clear

rests safe where it was filed.

A snapshot of the love that is

a mother and her child.

© Warren Cox