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Taking Time
 
Morning dew glistens
On the petals of the rose.
My soft-patterned country child
Wrinkles her sun-bronzed nose.

She swings high, then higher
On the swing Grandpa made.
I hear her humming sweetly
To a birdsong serenade.

'Mommy, come play,' she calls.
The birds are singing to me.
My heart races wildly.
Again I'm the child I long to be.

We play in the sunshine.
Carefree country Vagabonds.
Barefoot and sun-splashed
The light of day nearly gone.

Sunset's robust colors still linger.
We've lost track of the hours.
We return with lasting memories
And armfuls of wildflowers.

By Mariannajo

© 2017 Mariannajo (All rights reserved)

 

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