Making Memories

It didn’t seem like much at the time,

Just a simple outing on

A ho-hum day.

Winging the moment could

Scarcely cover it

With sunshine inviting us

Come out to play.

 

“Hey, Ho!” Coos the docile dove.

“Come share my morning song.

Fly by my side as adventures ensue.”

We seek out the old and familiar

To cheer us or

Drift chasing rainbows with

Brash derring-do.

 

And the treasure unearthed

Is not squandered in mirth,

Rather tucked away somewhere inside

Until we reminisce

Of the fine times we miss

And the memories we wear with pride.