The Bird and Baby

The lake didn’t seem as blue today.
The skies were not nearly as clear.
The sun didn’t shine down its warmth on me,
Because you were not here.

I used to be content to sit for hours,
With your pens and your paints and your oils.
When I watched you work in your crafts I’d be lost,
In your galaxies, palaces, and oceans.

Now all I feel I can do is sit,
And remember the days that have passed.
I’ll hold fast to the memories I find so dear,
Until your back by my side at last.

-Taylor Glenn Pritchard