By Andrew McNally
My Mother and me walked hand in hand
that wound its way through a field of wild flowers
and tall grass.
We walked to a patch of ground were we
laid our blanket wide to look up at the clouds as they passed by. We
smiled at the clouds and
replied in turn.
Father Sun shown down as
the dragonflies hovered and the butterflies suckled
on clover with the bees.
My Mother and me sang a song
only we could hear.
Whose melody was played on heart strings
that resonated from Her heart to mine.
The smile never faded from
Her mouth and eyes.
The wind blew and swayed
the field like waves
on a green ocean.
Birds chirped and time
Andrew McNally is currently striving to attain a master’s degree in counseling from a University in Maine. He enjoys hiking, biking, and swimming, as well as working on wood crafting projects in his spare time. With a belief that the divine lies in each and every human, as well as anything else that exists in the universe, Andrew strives to connect to Life and it’s divinity in an way possible including, meditation, walks in the woods, and taking trips in his colorful and vivid imagination.
Editor: Daniel Scharpenburg
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