The River Life

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