An Angel In Disguise

Water rushing through the brook leaving drowned out laughter and a blooming lilypad A mother with a weary look as she wades through, feet clad It’s her children she’s looking after Hair threatens to fall in her distant eyes She remembers when she hadn’t worried stealing kisses under barnyard roofs She begins to chastise “Children put on your boots” She raised the voice, and they scurried But inside she was grinning ear to ear Thinking of sweet-smelling memories and grass-stained linen As her children crawled near She said, “Now listen, I must share some stories…”