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Giverny Boat

Posted in landscapes by Denise Rafkind on January 5, 2015

When Dad brought us out for the first time,
It was in that boat.
We thought we saw the universe that evening.
Love was all around,
It was in the stars, the moon, and in your eyes.
There was a glimmer.
To see the boat so idle and lonely at the bank,
No one, who walks over the bridge, knows our fragrant nights.
Anyone who sees that boat, doesn’t see it at all.
Their eyes pass over it,
Not knowing how important it was to a family.
It’s not just a boat.
It’s the vessel that holds all precious things.
Dreaming of those rides.
Rolling in them.
Echoes of the laughter, and the peace.
The taste of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
My reminiscence is togetherness…before it turns to soft yearning.