Remembering Poem by Christine H. Powell

Remembering



A turned up nose
And bright eyes of blue
A pair of cut off jeans
And one untied shoe.
A tire swing still moving
Outside the back door
He's off to discover a little bit more.
The next time I glance out my kitchen window
Here he comes again - shoes muddy
His face all aglow,
"What that he's got there?"
"A frog? Oh, no!"

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