i think of you sometimes
wondering if you’ve gotten
smaller or larger
if that little jade buddha
on black plastic stand
brought any good luck at all
I think of you sometimes
wondering if you discarded
Red Skelton doll
if dream catcher
is full or depleted
and if misty is still alive
i think of you sometimes
how you’d cry yourself
to sleep at night
wake up feeling top of the world
brave soul
i think of you, sometimes
remembrances of your drawings
little stick indians and teepees
standing along a river
the tree that you sketched for me
hope that they’re not all packed up
uncaringly in some old cardboard box
and I pray this for you, as well
i think of you, sometimes
by mary ann blinkhorn
