Oh, Memories

Your voice from the past,
a guitar with sounds which linger
memories arousing a distant
dream, as echoes
replenish the valley below.
Seems a shame these
years gone by
and no time spent
enjoying a cold beer on lazy
afternoons.

Not long ago you were
just a kid
tagging along,
your hero watching you grow
up, taking you out for trips,
hiking
fishing, traveling the land--
too bad it ended up later
with your
wife leaving and only daughter
gone too. And
that little fellow now looking
for a shoulder to lean on.

© Richard L. Provencher