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Fistful A fist filled with dandelions A face smudged and damp. A smile beaming with innocence A body needing a nap. A mother with much to do A child with a lazy afternoon A day's lackluster passing A moment gone too soon. "I brought you something mom" "I picked them all myself" "I thought you would like them mom" "B'sides I think I saw an elf!" A busy mother stops her chore To look closely at her boy The day transformed suddenly From dull to a fistful of joy. |
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