kara towe Poems
|2.||To Our Wonderful Daughter||11/28/2011|
|4.||A Glorious Vision||12/30/2011|
|5.||Etched In Glass||1/3/2012|
|11.||Reckoning With My Soul||6/19/2013|
|12.||In The Meadow Where I Live||8/20/2013|
|19.||A Flower Tale||8/20/2013|
|20.||My Lil Boy||8/20/2013|
|28.||My Version Of Pretty Polly||8/20/2013|
|34.||Blessings Of Joy||1/13/2012|
|39.||A Mother's Warning||12/21/2011|
A Mother's Warning
A Mother's Warning (short story)
One summer’s day my children (5 & 7) went fishing with me by a fast moving river.
On the banks grew tall grass, and on the rivers edge were dainty blue flowers
As we stood fishing my daughter came up to me holding a small bunch of flowers.
She asked, what kind of flowers are these?
My son also wanted to know.
I recognized that the flowers were Forget-me-not.
She replied, why are they called Forget-me-not.
So, I told them this story;
There was once a brave and noble knight in shining armor, that loved, very much, a beautiful ...
Shimmering light, rippling reflections, folding layers, the small rivers’ waters’ gently rapid white.
They mirror while gliding over smooth graveled, muddied beds feathered by aquatic forests that sway in a uni-cent dance, where the small watery creatures find refuge and feed.
Behind the boulders, just after the rapids’ shoots lay bigger pools where inland salmon leer, weaving their bodies against a steady push, shaded by the rivers edge, fallen log or sturdy bush, waiting patiently for a meal