Our Afternoon Jaunts
The fun, the exploration, the companionship
I love the afternoons we walk together,
The chats, the exploration,
You learn, you grow,
And I see your courage flow.
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I love the time we spend together,
As we wander the same path,
You tell me about your day,
Your worries, your joys and you laugh.
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I love the companionship,
Watching the world through your eyes,
We wander in different directions at times,
But always meet up in the end.
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I love these afternoons,
I look forward to them throughout the day,
Your exciting prance around the door,
Impatiently waiting for your joy.
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I love the bravery you’ve gained,
As you venture a little further,
Everything is excitement in your eyes,
As you continue to explore.
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Then we return home,
We’re all at peace through the evening hours,
We go our own ways,
To meet again tomorrow afternoon.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (5)
This made me smile. If only life was only this everyday, with no stress or problems, it would be so wonderful! Loved your poem!
This is so poignant! ✨️
Beautiful! I love it!🥰
Walking the dog, our best friend & companion, always eager to see us, ever forgiving of our transgressions.
This is lovely. Well done.