i think of you, sometimes

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