Two Lenses
Two Lenses
Such a dreamer and a tomboy I was growing up
Like a busy little bee trying to catch fireflies in a jar
Playing baseball with the boys instead of dolls and pouring tea
Crawling under places where little spiders dwelled
climbing trees with ease
As I’ve gotten older
I’ve developed phobias of creep-crawlers, and being far from the ground
I collect porcelain tea sets and dolls with rosy cheeks
Squeezing moments with my grand-kids and filling their appetites
A lady I’ve become making grandma’s dreams
Whistful Memories ; 2/25/2016
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
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