An occasional page where guest writers join us for a story or two. The following is from Renee Baldi, one of our Facebook followers, and is her Picture Prompt entry for August 2018. I found it to be a very moving poem and just love it (George McDermid)
I face the tree and count to ten
One, I can hear your steps in the dry grass
Two, your giggles are muffled but joyous
Three, this is our fifth game today
Four, I’ll meet you here tomorrow
Five, it’s been seven years
Six, we are too old to play these games
Seven, our first kiss is with eyes closed in front of the tree
Eight, there’s a heart with our names carved into it on the other side
Nine, you propose to me under the tree
Ten, your memory’s failing but you ask me to face the tree and count to ten one more time
I face the tree and count to ten.
I can still hear your steps in the dry grass.