Cona Adams Poet Free verse

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Published in Art With Words
  Quarterly Poetry Journal
        December, 2005
 

Black Eyes

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 December 1, 2014 at 11:57 AM Lovely my dear friend . . . from Harsh Wind to Yellow Flower . . . what a beautiful moment . . . Cona Adams December 2, 2014 at 4:30 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.