Blossoming Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

How did we not know when we were younger
We were breathing on a windowpane of stars
Every day at twilight we were being or
At naptimes with the door to dream ajar
How did we not guess that every blossom
In the summer yard would always bloom
Pink and rosy while we both played possum
As Grandmother said, just peeking in our room
How much we wanted then to stay awake
If only for the pink blossom's sake
For all our blossoming, swift as afternoons.
Mary angela douglas 29 january 2024