Aneita Gaites

Lilly’s Day

We were panning for gold my girl and I

Digging down deep we’d give it a try

Maybe make an archeological find

Dig up dinosaur fossils or petrified wood

Only she and I truly understood

This bonding, this dreaming, this day in the sun

For little girls don’t stay little for long

Summer is over

My girl will turn three

A baby no longer

“I’m a big girl,” she tells me

Fall is upon us winter coats will come soon

How many more days could we walk under the moon

With a brisk breeze whipping our hair

No school to fetter her

No deadlines or cares

A day for a grandma

A day for a girl

Making memories in dirt

Before snowflakes swirl. 

Cindy Ladage

END OF NOVEMBER 2012 POEMS AND ART