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We lay in an ocean of purple

Gazing at cloud-ships sailing by

Then watched as the red sun slipped away

To dawn in a distant sky

We talked or simply listened

To the cricket symphony

As twilight washed in around us

In coral tranquility

We strolled along wind-tossed fences

And talked about life and such

She told me she wishes she could see

Beneath our foot-step’s touch

‘if the dirt would be clear, she pondered

As clear as a sheet of glass

We would see what we now only wonder

Of what is hidden beneath the grass…

And we could see all these crickets

Where they burrow to go to sleep

The worms, the bugs and beetles

Living in soil retreats…

…and we chattered about little nothings

Though they were not really ‘nothings’ at all

As she asked me what I liked when I was a kid

So I do my best to recall…

And I realize my memories

Are warmed by the wonderful touch

Of seemingly everyday moments

When we were doing ‘nothing much’

Because my dear mother knew the importance

Of Time; how it runs free and wild

But never a minute has been wasted

When it is spent with a child

 © Janet Martin

A little re-cap of last evening:)