A Mother's Whisper

A small poem that captures a moment

Around the age when
red and orange crayons
looked good enough to eat

and before I knew that
bumble bees could sting

my mother whispered in one ear
pointing to a field of praire green

as the long grass swished and swashed
like a shoal of silver fish

"do you see the breeze my son?"

"or do you feel it?"

she whispered...

Reviews

[marcus]

This one I found very touching, beautiful!

[thewholesoul]

cheers marcus, for the read and review. much appreciated