Glass

                                      Brenda Bryant

WEEKEND REFLECTIONS

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SCENIC SUNDAY

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'Look!' she cried,'The water's flowing just as smooth as glass!

We hardly make a ripple on the surface as  we pass!'

And all the while another glass was mirroring her there!

Reflections on the water. Reflections everywhere!

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COMMUNICATION
 

Max was not yet two years old but I was quite astounded
At our communication: it was open, free, unbounded.
Which was really quite amazing, for all he said was 'Ugg!"
Yes, all my little grandson said was 'Ugg!'
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Max said ' I'm sorry Grandma; my banana's on the rug!'
He said 'I'd like a drink of milk in my own special mug!'
He said 'My jacket's on too tight; I'll give the zip a tug!'
He said ' Come see my little train and see it go chug-chug!'
He said 'Look at this tiny thing, this pretty little bug!'
He said ' Come out and see my dirt and the great big hole I dug!'
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We had long conversations with our smiles and with our eyes.
To be so very, very young and yet so very wise!
And when he said 'I love you, Grandma; can I have a hug?'
I knew exactly what to do when he said 'Ugg!'
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