STONES

Picking out skipping stones
was an art to me
and to you- a science.
I’d pick reds and pinks
in the shape of a heart
While you’d pick one up
and toss it in your palm of your hand
judging it by weight
and smoothness of surface
You’d say it was all in the wrist
as you’d flick it
over a glassy lake
We both counting the skips
I’d hold mine
with my thumb and index finger
in the crook of the heart
I’d say It’s all in the wrist
as I’d flick it
over a glassy lake
We both counting the skips
I still pick out skipping stones
a smooth one for you
and a pink heart shape one for me
and as I touch your name
I leave them on your stone.
Kathy Keogh

Kathy Keogh's photo.
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