LIKE A BLADE OF GRASS

this is not only beautifully written but it is also very philosophical. Have you read Ann Harvey´s "Life´s individuality"? I think your poem and hers complement each other (at least in my head, they entwine and support each other)... Yours, ~Nina P.S. l.16 typo "infinity"

Just beautiful. You're blessed. Love from Ann of Norway

We as children would come out to mothers laundry duties the sqauwk of the wheel so far above bawling like a bear cub up the long hill the trimmed lawn in the shadow of the fine green tamarack trees we would run up there to listen to it as she put up the white sheets the work shirts our clothes then run down to sit on the little back porch no roof just some concrete tiles on railroad ties at the back door the hot morning sun just starting to come and find us "stunned by the morning sun" yes even then finding in nature a splendour unequalled the clouds the sky so deep this is a great poem my freind it has exhaulted such good memories