Tuesday, October 25, 2011


Mildred Bowers Armstrong

Strange–to grow up and not be different,
Not beautiful or even very wise,
No winging-out the way of butterflies,
No sudden blindfold-lifting from the eyes.

Strange–to grow up and still be wondering,
Reverent at petals and snow,
Still holding breath,
Still often tiptoe,
Questioning dew and stars,
Wanting to know!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This made me think of my friend Mary Lou who passed away last month. I wish I could share this with her. She wd have appreciated it. I miss her. Someone asked me a question the other day, and I said "ML would know" and then I remembered ...