Betty Halverson

(Spokane, Washington)

My Daughters

Through the forests, down by the ponds
I sit upon a rock, in the early dawn
Reflection of images, upon the waters
Bring back fond memories, of my daughters

Like when they were small, and used to play
Planning some thing new, for the next day
Running in the house, running back out
Just letting me know, of their where abouts

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