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