Emily

Emily

Back at the Homestead

Near the hearth,

Lay Emily..so close

To earth.

She’s propped on a

Pillow..but not

A sleep..instead

She’s reading, about

Things so deep.

She’s looking at the

Difficult, deep.. and

Profound…a mystery

Novel of riddle and

Round.

But then a boy, with

Curls..a-blow, came

Running in through the

Door.

He swirled, twisted with

Sinuous grace…snaking

Looping, as if in a race.

She had to laugh at his

Face, for it was so

Innocent and pure.

The book that had

Been so profound

Now was found near

The ground.

For in her arms was

All the world…her

Little boy.        By Ric