Coming 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 to the flowering
plants
her little hands drinking
the smells
waving toward herself
drinking in the morning
bringing the scents to her
face
Smiling and cooing
giggling as she ran from
plant to plant
the magic word of “pick”,
a yellow iris for her mother
Edited August 28, 2013
“Her Little Hands Drinking – v3”
Edited April 22, 2013
“Her Little Hands Drinking – v2”
May 26, 2010
“Her Little Hands Drinking”
Suncook, NH
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