I was six and we had company
On the wavy August front yard.
The sun was setting
And stars were like fireflies
And as I played in the garden
I touched a rose blossom
Which was like touching a star –
Now smelling an aromatic vine
Grown with the lace of love.

I grabbed the hose, turned the water on
Watering flowers with faith
As shadows wavered
While I noticed a girl’s
Fluttering butterfly eyes
As the adult voices
Drifted into laughter –

The moment was so beautiful
That clock hands stopped
While I bent low
Praying over the sprouting garden.

Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA. He is married to Marianne. Marianne has five children, and twenty-four grand & great-grandchildren. They have a loved cat & dog. Rick graduated from Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate schools. He’s has worked in market research and other positions. He has worked as a volunteer pastoral counselor at Blind Service Association in Chicago, and at the University of Illinois Hospital at Chicago. He is an ordained minister and interfaith Rabbi.


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