When the berries are ripe I think of us
we were so young then, in the fields
and so much in love, the sun
on our backs, but we didn’t care
if it rained.
It was the harvest filling
The plants beckoned to us, holding onto their treasure
your sunhat never hiding your smile,
and later the children
reaching in with tiny hands
filled with joy
as they filled their buckets.
I remember hearing, “Mommy, Daddy, look……I got a big one!”
Life was so beautiful then.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”