Black Eyes

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Published in Art With Words
Quarterly Poetry Journal
December, 2005

Off to Kindergarten, second week of school. An excited voice from the back seat, "Oh, how beautiful, I see black eyes!" "What?" I ask, puzzled. "I saw black eyes," she repeats. I'm wondering what kind of animal she has spotted. Then I spot them, Black-Eyed Susans, blooming beside the road. Like her grandmother, she loves flowers.

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David Meade

Date: 12/1/2014 11:57:00 AM

Lovely my dear friend . . . from Harsh Wind to Yellow Flower . . . what a beautiful moment . . .

Cona Adams
Date: 12/2/2014 4:30:00 PM

Thank you, David. Yes, our granddaughter has given us many beautiful moments, even though she began her journey in life on a rough path. She was born with a cleft palate, but she has embraced life with joy.