Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Treasure

Don’t you see the treasure Mama?
As I run my hands through it right before your eyes
In the giant golden bowl
With the sun streaming in the window
Don’t you see how it catches the light?
Are you not amazed Mama?
You don’t seem to be

You seem to be looking away
Is there anything more important than this treasure?
This treasure I have found right here
Right before our eyes
Waiting for me
Can I touch it?
Can I run my fingers through it?

And who is that man?
Looking through the window
There he goes
He back is round
Like Grandpa
That’s it
He saw it Mama
I think he knows it’s treasure too



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