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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

My Mother's Smile

Feathery green waves of grass
race across the hayfield.
I am reminded of  the Sheltie, Barkley
leaping across similar waves,
making my mother smile
at the explosion of joy.


If you've never seen such a thing,
find yourself a field of tall grass;
find a day full of breeze.
Rest on a high point as you become 
part of the wave.
Fill that spot in your brain called memory.
Then someday you might share
my mother's smile.