Returned from So. Cal. today. Got up early to leave for the North - just like I used to ten years ago, those that know me know that I do not get up early for much of anything.
My visit with family and friends was good. The best part was meeting a little girl under foster care. Her name is Emma and she is the closest I've been to an angel. Hmmm... went to the city of Angels and actually found one. :-)
Child
The blanket she clutches is worn through
Hair whisp held back with a bubble gum pink barrette
Her innocence is a breath of breeze
In this stale surrounding of adult meanderings
A book read slowly
Punctuated by picture points and giggles
Her rose petal cheek
Touches the bottom of her sky blue eyes
When she grins at you and says.
When will you be back?
Oh Emma!
To adopt and own you would be such foolery
This purity is so fleeting, but no less enchanting
Your jewel-tone words about dippy eggs and turtles named George
Make me tear up with their senseless beauty
God bless you and take you harmless.
Observations and musings on the beauty of life in the wine country of Sonoma County - usually there is food or wine or both involved. Please leave a comment!
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