My mom and I would play a game
To catch petals on our noses
We’d spin and twirl and shout our names
A pirouette on pointed toeses
The petals were soft lavender
That caught the light so fairly
They’d float onwards, cavalier,
And lift our spirits merrily
The petals would slip and slide
Down slanted chins and faces
Stumbling around, we’d collide
And end in warm embraces.
Meandering Through My Mind 