A Moment of Magic

Her little hand is close in mine,

I squeeze it as we near the time:

Our full attention,

A ball of gold,

Sinking in the mirror sea.

***

Clouds of glory frame the sight

And sparkling eyes reflect the light.

Against the glow

A distant gull;

We sigh as one.

***

Here is beauty

In slow movement

Silently vanishing.

I’d love to make the moment stand,

The way I hold her trusting hand.

***

“Going…” I declare,

Just a sliver left.

“Going, going… Gone!”

We gaze in poignant stillness, then

“Aunty! Aunty, do it again!”

Britni