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