Bubbles

Mother’s Day Flowers

By Willjxn

We walk into the cool dawn air,

Dappled meadow, green and fair.

The sky the color of the sea,

Draped white curtains billow free.

Tousled by the rippling breeze,

My hair, his curls, cottonwood trees.

There cast across the pasture green,

Tufts of golden blossoms keen.

Bending over with delight,

His little hands take hold the sight.

Little fists of clover there,

Mixed with dandelions fair.

Knocking on the kitchen door,

Mom’s interrupted from her chore.

In little bibs of denim blue,

“Mom, look what I have picked for you!”