My Daughters on the Pond

Two little coats by the front porch door. Boots too big, leaving tracks on

the floor. Julia and Amanda with their skates in hand. Chasing winter dreams

across this quiet land. The pond would freeze, the

stars would shine. Laughter echoed through the pines. Oh, my daughters

on the pond. Spinning circles 'til the night was gone. Hand-in-hand they glide

so free. Writing their story on ice for me. Oh,

how time moves on. But I still see my daughters on the pond.

Spring brought blooms and muddy knees. Summer brought sunburns and climbing trees. Amanda's laugh,