A Small stone from the Similkameen
|January 8th, 2012
'Mother' says our elder daughter,
her voice registering mock astonishment,
I never thought I 'd see artificial flowers in your home!'
I glance at the bright unruly bouquet, a little guiltily
but then I realize I love the corner where they sit
and the little bird who chirps when you squeeze him,
sitting on a curly willow branch.