My darling,
I built our dreams with steadfast wood and brick
We had in our minds’ eye.
Furnished in gleaming wood, each room
with loving purpose.
Planning a home to hold our dreams and memories.
Beside the every-moving Trent.
Today my efforts keep the riverbank from slipping.
A local beaver visits, enjoying broken branches
on the bank.
I found a single Trillium hiding amongst the grasses.
Next to the stone path holding up the slope.
The boats pass by in quiet ripples,
having successfully navigated the locks.
I often wonder what adventures the river
will offer their travels.
As I sit on our back porch basking
in the dwindling daylight.
Smells of summer heat and jasmine
Catch the soft breeze that caress my hair.
As I contemplate our River House.
Our living breathing memories,
now and those to come.
Goodnight my love.
About the Creator
Author Anita Dotts
The author of Retribution. When she’s not writing, Anita enjoys crafting stories for her grandchildren and exploring her love of poetry. She spends her free time kayaking, swimming, and golfing in Harrison Hot Springs, BC.
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