Skipping Stones

Daniel1Phoenix: father

I bend my arm parallel to the water.

I let myself, think about my daughter.

The stone skipped over and over.

As lucky as a fourleaf clover

The second stone was for my son

Splash splash, splash, splash plop so much fun

My third was for my second daughter

Lucky I am to be a father

The stones keep skipping and I keep wishing

We keep skipping, no matter what lifeis dishing

Coloured stone’s sinking to the bottom.

Like memories never forgotten

Skip skip skip and then into the deep

It’s magic watching those stones leap

Lovingly with gratitude,

Daniel1Phoenix