Stirring
Kim Ann
her memories are vivid –
him taking her hand ever so gently
the wind gently blowing her hair
the glass of sun tea she dropped when he dropped to his knees
the lemon wedge lying in a puddle of ice cubes on the sidewalk
a sparkling diamond glistening from a velvet box
her eyes filling with tears
the background noise of a train passing by
her hands shaking in anticipation
joy overwhelming her senses
the smile on his face
that smile
that gorgeous smile
and then –
his arms around her
the smell of his cologne
his tender look as he gazed at her
and a kiss –
a loving kiss that meant
forever –
her memories are vivid
