Tuesday, April 5, 2011

One last time


one last time

let me take your
hand 
and
walk through
the meadow
and pick clover

let us
lie on
our backs
pointing out
cloud shapes
of bears
and clowns

and laugh
and giggle
and tickle
each other
in the soft
grass

one last time

before the
evening sun
steals this day
and
beckons
you away

~

missing the mom gene

5 comments:

Michael Offutt said...

Who is that small child?

Anonymous said...

it's my mother

missing the mom gene said...

The photo was of some anonymous child while I was taking pictures in La Jolla. She was incredibly cute wandering on the hillside spreading petals. Reminded me of the simpleness of childhood.

Kerri said...

Wonderful!

Anonymous said...

she is not a child, that is my mother. I am regular size, but she is a little person.