Bursting into the front yard
at the sound of a tiny voice
thinking she had seen our
cats
in the window of the house
But it was her tiny fingers
running through the
flowering plants
her little hands drinking
the smells
waving toward herself
bringing scents to her face
Smiling and cooing
giggle as she ran from plant
to plant
the magic word of pick,
a yellow iris for her mom
Edited April 22, 2013
“Her Little Hands Drinking – v2”
May 26, 2010
“Her Little Hands Drinking”
Suncook, NH
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