Reflections

Music

You made music at the restaurant.
We made music on a mattress on a floor.
The music was sweet.

Days and nights of searching for both of us,
Adrift, looking for a beacon that would point the way,
We found each other for a moment.

A safe harbor where the water was still
With nothing but gulls soaring above,
Stars like diamonds and the moon’s reflection on the bay.

A moment now lost in time
When you made music at the restaurant
And we made music on a mattress on a floor.

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About Bob Kallberg

Retired reporter. Concentrating now on recounting Joanie's 12 year battle with cancer, a battle she waged with extreme courage, determination and an indomitable spirit, that, for me, serves as an example.
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