We went down to the lake that afternoon
Just you and I as we used to do.
As we walked you took my hand
And as ever my heart went out to you.
You skimmed a stone across the lake
Your hand so sure, so strong your face
And I smiled at the kingcups golden bright
That clad the banks at our favourite place.
The sun beamed down from a perfect sky
And the breeze blew soft as it does in June.
The scent of the pines recalled summers past
While the crickets chirped their hot dry tune.
The setting sun was at your back
As you sat me down on a fallen tree.
Your voice was soft as it always was
When you’d say sweet words meant just for me.
But you took my hand and it fit in mine
As you broke the news you had to tell.
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 