Blue Mountains

When family gathers we disappear.
Your little hand guides me away.

Favorite stories, mixed with
salad bites and crunchy sandwiches,
are shared at the table we
leave behind.

Bug eyed fish gulp surface treats
bubbling past us on our way to
climb blue mountains.

Today the story of you and I
is written on the highest peak,
and carved amongst jewels in
a golden crown drawn in the sand.

Rumbling tummy and thirsty lips
dive us back to our tribe.
Chewing and chatting relatives
toss us a drink and a few
morsels.

Hand in hand,
we walk away again, to explore
enchanted lands on the other
side of the blue mountains.

One thought on “Blue Mountains

  1. Meghan Jones says:

    Wondrous and charming; this actually choked me up a bit. In a good way 🙂

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