Cow Belle: In memory of my mom (Betta) on Mother's Day
Dead End Road
a place where cares unload.
With bracken bush and goldenrod,
old elms on either side
stood tall like guarding sentinels,
filling their role with pride.
‘Twas on this road where Betta walked
with toddlers of all sizes.
They’d find the wonder of a nest
and other small surprises!
A dog and maybe a cat or two
would follow along behind
to poke among the fallen leaves
to see what they could find.
A peaceful spot, a peaceful time
when children spent time walking,
and played outdoors and found it fun
just “looking,” “seeking,” “talking.”
Those “toddlers” of that long ago,
all have long since grown.
I’m glad they have those memories
to share with grandchildren of their own!
That road’s no longer trees and brush,
but black top all the way.
Four families, horses, dogs and cats
live by it here today.
And now it pleases me to see
more toddlers out there walking;
with proud grandparents watching them
“ looking,” “seeking,” talking”!
Copyright 2014 –Ina Murray