17 March 2010
for some reason today -Saint Patrick's Day-I am thinking about those I have lost.
A father who could fill sun up to sundown surveying land, return home to his rolling lawn and wander outside to survey its green.
An aunt that could always find not one, but a dozen four leaf clovers in the green grass-whatever patch she might be standing upon. They just bowed to her, she was lucky that way.
A GranMa who would fold green bills into a tiny knot and pass that knot secretly into my hand-asking only that- I don't tell a soul, Our little secret.
A beloved friend sauntering in with a green bedraggled t-shirt for a spot o' mornin coffee.
All gone from this place,
Today I am thinking of them.