In May 2001 I lived my favorite day.
My hair golden, long and curly, I wore a
Baby blue sleeveless shirt and khaki shorts.
We were visiting in Northern California.
Phil had worked all week, but now it was the weekend.
We spent the day together, laughing and talking.
We walked a path along some water.
The sun-drenched bougainvillea,
My favorite throbbing pink, pulses in my memory,
A vibrant given by God,
Even as the baby I carried then
And lost a few weeks later.
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