This is from my journal of last year-just some memories of my little girls.
Remembering…those days of sunny skies…
of little girls with Barbies, on blankets spread
beneath the tree in their own front yard.
They’re watched, protectively, and lovingly
by Mom inside. She can’t sit long, engrossed in reading,
without getting up to look, just once more,
making sure they’re still there - and safe.
See how the sun tries to compete with the gold that is their hair?
Remembering my little girls…
(Remembering on Sept.11, 2005)