The Greatest View

The years we've known one another
Almost as long as the years between
It's strange when time doesn't bridge a gap
As we expect with bricks and mortar
We both grow older, the years between 
Become relatively few
And yet, I still look up to you
Looking at your view
From below
Richmond Bridge, Tasmania

The Greatest View – Silverchair

From little things…

Golden rays of sunshine
Glimmer on bouncing curls
Corduroy overalls
Bright red buttons
Boots dancing
On edge of pond
Squeals, little fists
Giggling at ducks and geese
Almost as big as me
I pick her up
Plonk on my knee
Give her gentle squeeze
Soft tummy quivers
With laughter and ease
I lay out my palm
Little fists uncurl within
A nest for soft duckling
She looks up suddenly
Bright blue eyes
Brows raised
Little hands wipe
Tears from my face
Small arms stretch
Around my neck
My inner child
Soothes me today