Mother Needed This. I am sure.

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Near Owen Sound cascading.


Comes to me readily now

Upon request of a passerby

Making a young child dance

Or flip me a thumbs-up.

Mother slows for a restful moment

Headed for the pharmacy

For something to help another little girl

Home in bed. Coughing.

For two days of worry.



She gives thanks for

The happy interlude

Remembers the tune

As her Grandpa played it

In a previous treasured life.

And in another country.

Drops some quarters

Into my thank-you box.

Takes the little one by hand. 

Looks back once more

Smiling.

(Sun breaks the clouds.)



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