
mandarins and
marigolds,
the setting sun,
and creamsicles

flats of flowers
musty books
small painter’s box*
fondue pots
herbs in baskets
old keys
pickle jars
homemade soaps
*I bought this little box for $1.00. It smells like linseed oil
(love that smell) and although most of the paints are stiff
and dry, I’ll keep them and add my own pencils and tools
to the collection. Treasure.

I lifted you so that you would learn to lift yourself.
I listended to you so that you would learn to listen to your own voice.
I carried you so that you would know when to carry others.
I loved you so that you would rain love generously on
all that grows around you with a yearning thirst.

Sweet, little babies…
the teen girls wrap you in blanketed warmth,
holding you like soft treasures in the sand.
My mother takes the light one and strokes its
head against her cheek. We speak softly,
the red light warming our hands.
This is a fleeting moment lasting under five minutes,
which I will remember long after the day ends
and the moment passes.