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Musings

Puffs of seed
dance and swirl

carried by wind
til meeting a wall
fall to the ground
and wait
for the chance
to sprout
a lush carpet
of green and gold
dandelions.


Sewing Names

Golden glow from an autumn sun,
Spreads across the room.
As my mother watches,
My daughters and I
Stitch tags onto clothing.

A fall ritual,
Reminiscent of a time, not so long ago,
When my daughters played as
My mother and I
Stitched tags onto hats, gloves and jackets,
All the bits and pieces,
My oldest would take
As she set off to school,
The start of her life away from home.

A fall ritual,
Marking--
The first steps to independence,
And the first ones back again.

My daughter, a young woman now,
Holds up the glove she’s finished,
“Here Grammy, now you’re all set for Daycare.”