The Fishing Trip
by Susan Jerkatis
Mommy, Dad, and Little Girl
Sunshine, Fresh Air, Breezes
River, Grass, Trees,
Poles, Worms--Where are the fish?
The water, like old glass, old memories,
Distorted, reflected.
A slight chill in the air
Reminds us of storms to come.
But for now the warm sunshine
For once no fighting, no lying, no screaming
For minutes, for seconds, for how long?
For right now....
A gentle day
