Tuesday, March 25, 2014


With a slight of hand and the love of a mother’s mother.
you turned peanuts into candy bars.
Those wrinkled hands wrap me in memories.

Planting kisses on top of golden curls, smiling with
Only the radiance that love times years can produce,
You fixed indelible marks on your little ones.

I hear your voice, gritty and soft, like a
muddy spring day and I want to
show you the posies, all your little ones.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful...suits her...and her little ones. :-)