Melinda J. Irvine

“Can we come here everyday?”
said his little voice.
and it wasn’t that he wanted

to pray or burn
white candles under
tall Mary each day.

His little heart
filled with the
floating view of the valley

his small hands full of
tiny black dragonflies
shouts “YOU NO WORKING

TODAY TITA MEL”
even at eight
he gets it.

© 2016 Melinda Irvine


she walks among the clouds

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