Summer’s Innocent Touch
strolling arm and arm
Rebecca and Grace reach
Calai’s hilltop crest
deep blue hydrangeas blankets
emerald, green Jacob’s meadow
Grace call’s out “Look, dear sister
there’s Pa Pa’s meadow
do you think he’s watching over us
can he feel and see how much we loved him
let’s make believe we’re tiny drizzle crystal rain droplets”
falling
falling
gentle wisp warm summer breeze
lightly touched Rebecca’s youth-like cheerful face.