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.”