The River's Edge

She ran vicariously every
day to the river's edge.
My bones would chill
of harm I dread.

For near she sought
to see beneath the waters,
a shadowy frame of two 
figure with a ghostly laughter.

This is the game she played
at the river's edge,
with her unseen friends,
Lily and Fred.

Today she brought to the 
table, broken toys
and a golden frame
of a girl and boy.

To her mother and father,
she spoke, this is Lilly and Fred.
They have a beautiful home
at the river's edge.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003