Watching the Ripples Radiate.
Author: marshalg

Chapter 167
Memorable Moments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 As I lay beside my darling

On an early Sunday morn,

I could feel her rounded softness

Sleeping under blankets warm.

 My mind caroused the memories

And loitered on it's way

And found itself deliciously,

Immersed in golden play.

 

I remembered something special

In the way my little boy would look

As his eyes rose up in wonderment

When I read him, his favorite book.

And the joy involved in feeding

A hungry little mouth

When the porridge spooned all over

From his eyebrows heading south.

 

A tantalizing moment

On the beach down by the sea,

In the warm December sunshine

With my happy family.

We were running in the black sand

Drawing circles with a stick

As the surging waves approached them

Leaping little boys were quick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Laughing, happy moments

And some sad ones like the day

When dear old Meg the Labrador

Got sick and passed away.

Young Boaz in his grief

Climbed the big tree to it's crown

And it took a lot of pleading

To persuade him to come down.

 

And young Solly played the taniwha

At the Cornwall Park school play

And a better taniwha has yet

To grace the stage today.

A natural in his element

This young comedian

So hilariously funny

As he drew the audience in.

 

The tender, loving moments

As we both strolled arm in arm

Through the verdant Ferntree Gully

With it's sunlit grace and charm.

And the towering eucalyptus,

Hanging wood smoke in the air

And the whiplash resonation

Of the lyrebird hidden there.

 

Of Buttercup's wild parties

When fancy dress was king,

When everyone would whoop it up

And laugh and dance and sing.

When mum's and dad's and little kids

All joined the happy throng

With ceremonial spud mashing

And a night of fun and song.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of sitting in the garden

With your feet up and a book

And a cold beer at your elbow

And a barbecue to cook.

With the easy feel of family

As they go about their day

And the joyous sound of summer

When two noisy tui's play.

 

Memories of yesterday

Moments in the life

Of ecstasy and agony

And wonderment and plight.

And the ordinary ness of everything

And the magic everywhere

And the auburn in the sunlight

As it strikes my darling's hair.

 

Marshalg

Mangere Bridge

10 October 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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