Thursday, November 19, 2009

Watching you rake the leaves
With your grandson on your back
I think of all the lovely compost
I’ll be harvesting from your work
I hear him laugh as you flip the leaves high
I know when he’s grown he’ll have days
He wants to rake and will wonder why
Where did all these happy feelings
Come from, the laughter that accompanies the sound of leaves brushing over leaves.


Richard said...

Way to go sister.
bro. Rick Mathis

Laura Emmons said...

Thanks, I love watching them.