Friday, May 06, 2011

for estelle

stones on a beach
caught her fancy
smooth and round
in her pocket
too valuable to skip

1 comment:

miel said...

this poem totally captures your grandma...i remember always being taken with the way she would gather natural treasures as she was walking to bring them home and create imaginative ways of showcasing their beauty.

i can see how you and estelle are allies...while the ways that you express it is unique, there is a creative spirit that you share...

xo