Author: merja
Date:Apr 5 2007
Eyes that opened the door to sorrow
Would follow you
Along the path to a lighter day
When dawn the sun
Shines over a red raspberry
Still ripening on the vine.
To capture one small smile,
When unexpected,
Sought through silent movement
Under a dancing willow.
And broken egg shells,
The colour of raw linen fibers
And a pomegranate stained apron,
While my mother combs your hair.