A PERFECT MOMENT

Photo by S. Auberle

Because it was a shiny morning

out there, drawing on the sidewalk,

and the chalk felt so right in her hand,

because the boy was at his finest--

blue-eyed, dimpled and grubby

as only a five year old can be,

because he melted her heart

when he said that the man he drew

has only seven hairs on his head

and I have a thousand

because the sun shone down upon them

and somewhere, out in the desert,

a wren sang his cheery song,

the woman knew, beyond all doubt,

this was a perfect moment.

~ mimi