Bittersweet Poetry: Cloud Watching

Pretty little pictures,

Put away

Left to be seen another day.

Memories of you and me,

Two kids at play

Staring at the clouds in May.

Blanket spread out,

We laid atop our little knoll.

Our tale of love beginning to unfold.

I grabbed your hand,

Daring to be bold,

Hoping not to be left in the cold.

You took my hand

We looked into each others eyes,

And kissed beneath a cloudy sky.

My heart was racing,

I didn't know why.

I just felt so happy I could cry.

This was our special place,

Where we spoke our love aloud.

The place where we watched the clouds.

Our little secret,

No one else allowed.

The place where we watched the clouds.

And in those clouds,

Our future looked bright

We were two love birds in flight,

But the sky turned gray,

And try as I might

I couldn't accept when God took your light.

Those pretty little pictures,

That were put away,

I opened them up today.

I relived those memories

Of two kids at play.

In our very special place,

Where we used to watch the clouds in May