by Alice M. Roelke
One perfect summer
sunlight-dappled farm
unexpected picnicker
with bottle of wine
sitting
in the middle
of nowhere
in a field
remembers the past
watches the little girl she
was
playing and running
and watching
the woman she will become
sitting in the grass
reliving her past
3 comments:
Oh, I love it!
Hey, thanks for coming by my blog. Much appreciated. And this is a lovely poem!
Thanks so much, Grace and Wordlings! :D
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