Spring Day
with squinted eyes and pursed red lips
you
like any little child in time
but that you are mine
ask me..why are we sitting outside
I want to go Inside
to play
your mind cannot yet grasp
the answer I know to be true
that one day a hundred years from now
when we have turned to dust
when you look at his light to Thank Him for your journey
you will pull this memory
out of your heart
like a diamond
glistening in the sun
and say ah..look how exquisite
look how exquisite
Spring Day; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker 2014
Copyright © Susan Walker | Year Posted 2016
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