Chapbook Poems from "Daph's Collection of Poetry and Rhymes" One Day, One Spring I walked with my mother so very long ago across a bridge and to a river on a day in springtime, with the warm sun snuggling my shoulders like a fuzzy shawl. We found a muddy path down to the water through tangled ferns and willow trees and sat upon a weathered log among the lichen covered rocks to watch the shorebirds swoop and peck their way along the rim of sand Gingerly, I waded in the icy water and (come on in the water's fine), I teased and then, (can anybody see me?), my mother rolled her rayon stockings off and giggled as she splashed among the slippery pebbles Our log became a picnic table with a dishtowel for a cloth and I made a centerpiece of yellow violets in a broken cup, to set a lunch of sausage rolls and thermos tea and golden biscuits spread with currant jam. And now, how strange I can't remember any other thing I did throughout that childhood year except a walk across a bridge yellow violets, sausage rolls and biscuits spread with jam and wading in the river with my mother that day so long ago in spring ~ Daphne Wilson ©1998 |
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