by Michael Groetsch
Walking across the porch of the summer cottage
Where I once sat with you as a child,
I am nurtured by the sounds of late evening.
Crickets celebrate the return of night,
While distant church bells bring a reminder
That this day is about to end.
The whistling sound of a nearby train
Captures my heightened spirit,
As I willingly travel back into time
When we shared such sounds of sunset.
My mind’s eye suddenly
Projects black and white images
Of us sitting together on the porch’s swing,
Embracing our sense of oneness.
I see us gathering small seashells on the sandy shore
While seagulls soar high in flight,
Speaking in language only they understand.
I see us eating ice cream at the sweet shop
Where families seek refuge from life’s hurried pace.
I see us walking barefoot in the grass
While crisp autumn leaves speak in crackling sounds.
As I sit alone on the porch this day,
My heart is softly seduced by a moment in time
When you and I shared the love of Mother and Son.
Crickets still celebrate the return of this night,
While church bells and the sound of the evening train
Echo a reminder that the day is about to end,
So I can embrace sweet memories of you.