Monday, April 11, 2011

Sunflowers of Time

The smell of strawberry lemonade


Reminds me of my mother

Her hair blowing in the wind of open windows

Looking perfectly in love with my father

As she dances with him with

To wicked game and doesn’t realize I’m out of bed

I forgot to put the plastic flowers on your grave daddy

I miss you tonight because I’m not sure where I’m going

And I fall in more in love each day

1 comment:

Rayne said...

i love you so much
miss your writing and your sparkle because you know you always had it.