Friday, July 11, 2008

The Child?

Look at me.
said the child.
I can't reach the doorknob.
open the door.
Thank you, I could not have done it without you.
i don't understand.
Here, I found this seashell today.
it's pretty.
I want you to have it.
thank you.
I'm going now, it was so nice to meet you.
you too, child.
Good Bye.
i won't forget.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The Flower

A plant grew
beside the kitchen door
tiny leaves then stems
and more.

Atop the green
a small bud grew
beauty came forth
and then we knew.

All around
dwells mystery
patience allows us
to observe - and see.