Tuesday, September 5, 2017

KEEPSAKES a poem by Patricia Crandall


Scraps of paper
scribbled upon,
old buttons
purple stones
the most precious,
a wilted dandelion
found in my blue jeans
jacket pocket,
Gifts
from my favorite
four-year old.

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