EvieC

I loved

That carefree child of mine

Who’d skip through endless

fields of flowers

Without a care in the world

I loved

I hear you ... singing to the sky

I see you ... dancing through the lies

I feel you ... your touch ever so dear.

I know you ... you are my mother, and that is clear.

I kneel down on the dewy grass,                            picking up a ladybug by the hand.

There are miles of it, so much so, that the human eye can’t capture it all. 

Its blue hues are grasped from the sky, and when the sky changes color; so does the sea.