Where the Wildflowers Grow

An infant laughs gayly
bright sun shining down
and warming the delicate skin
the baby feels safe
within her mother's arms
and blinks to look at the place
where the wildflowers grow

Blonde pigtails flop
and small legs run
moving in fast tight circles
dizzy, but not falling
held steady by her mother
the child twirls
where the wildflowers grow

A girl dances over the field
pulling her mother with her
they giggle in the light
shifting their dance with the breeze
moving their bodies with nature
imitating the land around them
where the wildflowers grow

Long, sparkling blonde hair blows
swirling around the head of the teenager
tongue weaving tales of intimate secrets
to land in her mother's listening ear
as she lays on the grass
warmed only by the rays of the sun
where the wildflowers grow

A teen freshly an adult
pushes a wisp of gold back into her clip
as she plucks a single flower
pushing it into her mother's hair
the two embrace
as they hold each other on the land
where the wildflowers grow

A woman gazes around her
the sun remains hidden behind a cloud
afraid of the truth that it will see
the woman with lost eyes
a tear trickling down her cheek
as she stands alone in the field
where the wildflowers grew.

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7-7-03

written for "Lexi's Poetry Challenge"   by Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen