The Season Poem by cheryl davis miller

'Daddy tell me where you've been
cause I've looked everywhere;
I've called for you for hours, ' he spoke
and wiped away a tear.

'You know I cannot go to bed
and say my prayers at night
till you come in and kiss my head
and tuck me in real tight.'

Daddy tucked him extra tight
and gazed down with a grin.
'Tomorrow son at suppertime
I'll show you where I've been;

no I'll go ahead and show you',
Dad said as he left the room.
Returning from a large paper sack
he pulled out a white mushroom.

'It's that special season son
mushrooms spring up every place
to bless our mouths and stomachs too
God gives them by His grace.

Next year you'll have grown some son
I tell you what I'll do;
I'll let you tag along with me
to go mushroom hunting too.

c.d.m.4-7-10