Feeding The Ducks Poem by Shelly Price

I reached inside the box of us,
eyes tightly closed shut...

Enie, meanie, miney, mow...
catch a memory of long ago.
If it pains me let it go
enie, meanie, miney, mow.

I grabbed a handful from the box,
excited to see them all again.
Decided to ask them to stay
for lunch and a glass of wine.

We sat and had a lovely visit
on the deck overlooking the pond
feeding the ducks with bits and
pieces of our pleasantries.

So much to sit and chat about,
warmed by the mere presence
of an afternoon spent remembering
all the reasons why we had planted
our seeds together and grew life
from the uniqueness of our love.
Having no remorse, no regrets for
the beauty that painted the walls
of our once upon a time together.
Laughing out loud at the tender
moments that even now make me
catch my breath, I stare at
them eye to eye with the same
clarity as yesterday's rising sun.

A slide show of images dance before
me gracefully on the pond alongside
a family of ducks waiting for another
tid-bit of memorabilia to nibble on...

until there is nothing left to feed
them.