Longing

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.