Feeding the Ducklings
She has a smile today instead of a frown
Lately, age and infirmity have gotten her down
“I’m off to feed the ducks and ducklings” she said
“With grain and some old pieces of bread.
Come with me and see how sweet they are,
The nice pond in the park is really not so far”…
So off we went to see these harbingers of spring
To this elderly woman a bit of joy they bring
A reminder that as the seasons again turn round
Sometimes in small things our happiness is found…
5/8/16
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016
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