As we drove across the bridge today
a place within me mourned
of time spent far away from here
and missing the river dawns;
Friends whom we have left behind
no longer part of their daily story
echoes of camaraderie and laughter
drift on dark skies, laden with pinpricked light;
We saw the river moon once more,
floating above Sunday night’s horizon
the sounds, sights, and love of the river life,
are preserved here – in my heart.
Cindy B. Stevens