Slipping Back

 

She read the note that she'd received

It's regaling content she had not conceived.

 

When one travels to poetic art--

it's a trip for one--from finish to start.

 

Inspiration comes in many forms

calamaties, storms--or a peaceful dawn.

 

She had her fill of war and death--

trying to drink in refreshing breath.

 

Grandson's sweet kisses

long and tender--

takes away for a while

the background thunder.

 

A sleeping cat asprawl in the sun--

helps her creative instincts run.

 

Long ago, a kitten wild

had been befriended by

a freckled faced child.

 

Through tall farm grass

the two would go--

a toddling girl, and a kitten aglow.

 

Out through the pasture with Bessie and Sal

peacefully grazing, began to stir..

 

They figured the girl and the yellow cat

were putting on an acrobat act!

 

Laughing and falling and laughing again!

Simple things, and her heart did sing....

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young   ©2006