one last time
let me take your
hand
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
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:
Who is that small child?
it's my mother
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.
Wonderful!
she is not a child, that is my mother. I am regular size, but she is a little person.
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