I close my eyes,
brush away illusion of yesteryear
smell sweet dandelions
and fields of alfalfa & clover,
hear Sugar barking,
warning of Katy's imminent wanderlust
and roving ways - my father whistles -
saves me an afternoon of searching the tracks
and riverbed for wayward hound.
garden pail full of vegetables I detest,
chickens cluck, ponies stomp their hooves;
horseflies are especially pesky come late July.
I'm busy weeding glorious flowerbeds with my sister
(we laugh and bicker simultaneously)
not sure if what I've unearthed
is intruder or poesy.
I adore the sweet dandelions...
Vignettes such as these shimmer within me;
settle me, center me, shelter me;
create a strength I believe I've fostered
in my children.
A home in their heart,
better than money in the bank.
by Margaret Bednar, March 22, 2017
This is linked with "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge - Home" and "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform"