sassafras and papaws
good memories you see
sweet as can be
from the wild
enchantment to the
mind of a child
dad and I
in grandpas woods
eating papaws
drinking sassafras
tea spawned from
an ohio springtime
along the river
just us just us
with the mosquitoes
and bees all visitors
on a warm afternoon
walking together
gathering tidbits of time
so special to
a nine year old daughter
she remembers them at her
writing desk as an old women
counting her blessings
because she has such
memories
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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