Skimming Stones on the Lake with My Dad

By berndhaenisch from Pixabay

My Dad and I tread over shingle, rock and seaweed
We skim pebbles across the shimmery surface of the lake
White swans sail towards us in anticipation of a feed
A rain cloud recedes and leaves a rainbow in its wake

We exchange a warm smile and laugh
I rattle on as children do while he listens
Time dissolves like suds in a bath
A weak sun shines as the water glistens

I carefully take aim with my chosen stone
In practised motion, I throw my pebble, unaware
That despite my fears, I was never alone
He taught me how to persist, dream and how to care

His throw inspired five ripples while I hit the treble
Years have passed and I am no longer a young lad
But I still miss those days, skimming a pebble
On the shore of the lake with my Dad