In the Eye of the Beholder
Bath time for my two year old daughter. Soapy and slippery. Giggling, she splashes water on me. I’m in an old robe, no makeup, my hair in curlers. As I towel her dry, she puts her arms around me and says, “Mommy, you’re beautiful.”
weeds and more weeds–
aging in a crock
dandelion wine
World Haiku Review
