There were days
of new love, good friends,
accomplishments,
awards and rewards,
accolades and victories.
There were days of
laughter and warm fires,
music and feasting,
soft touches and tender kisses.
Like waves that crash
and return to the sea,
leaving the loamy, sizzling foam
of happy times behind,
I watch them go with growing gratitude,
and graying hair.
My full heart cries and whispers thanks,
having known those splendid days.
