by Terri Tanner

A small child, swinging--
higher and higher,
one with the sky around her;
Tattered, red tennis shoes
kicking at clouds.

A small child, singing--
words to an unknown song;
Running about in the rain, barefoot;
Washing tiny stones in puddles.

A small child, bringing--
innocence and peace;
Tiny feet able to scatter clouds;
Tiny hands able the wash away the dirt;
Tiny voice singing her enchanted song.

Terri Tanner, 43, wife, mother of two sons, poet, painter, "piddler", barista. Love coffee, bagels, peanut butter, yoga, animals, jesus, laughing with friends and sunshine (not necessarily in that order)!


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