Have you ever
gazed at a woman
a mirror image of you ,
brushing a child’s
untangled hair
Touching tenderly
its shoulders
Listening to her soft
tuneful voice –
like I have ,
hiding behind
the aged juniper tree
Wishing ….
Longing ….
that the child sitting in her lap
was …. me ….
(C) Copyright , Dinka Bednjacic
5 / 6 / 2018.