Soft Memories Poem by David Wood

I walked around our marina
Earlier today,
The winding path glistened silver
With last nights heavy rain.

Most of the yachts have now been
Moved from their moorings
As major maintenance work on
Their mooring pontoons continue.

Walking back on the eastern side
With the wind in my face
I walked towards the sail bridge
With cold hands in my pockets.

The Council's failures in full view
As the usual plastic bottles and
Plant debris were floating out to
Sea on the ebb tide, much of it
Had already passed over the bar.

Stepping on the sail bridge
I thought I saw her, my eyes
Wide open and my heart skipping
A beat hoping it was her.

As we slowly walked closer I could
See it wasn't her, and in passing saw
She had cold blue eyes, and her hair
Not as blonde.

I reflected on those lovely soft brown,
Eyes, her blonde pony tail swishing
From left shoulder to right as she
Walked, and that beautiful smile

That would take my breath away,
And lit her entire face. I smiled,
But I'm saddened at the same time
As I still miss her.

Once over the sail bridge I walked
Towards the supermarket cafe
A few minutes away thinking lovely
Thoughts of her.

The cafe is never full, nor does it have
Anything healthy to eat, but I can
Sit there overlooking the river and
Gather my thoughts for a short while.

As usual the gulls were circling above,
Or bathing in the river, while the
Cormorants stood on plastic barriers
Spreading their wings sunbathing.