(Originally written in 2019, bravely published today)
Oh, promise that one day we will walk on flowers;
That they will spring up under our feet as we walk!
(It is the built-in hope in the heart of every little girl.)
Promise me that one day we will walk on flowers;
That one day they will spring up under our feet
Like tender yesses. Yes, yes, here—and there.
Yes, I did. Yes, yes I will. Yes, you are. Yes, we are.
Not seen, nor heard, nor entered into the heart of man—
But a child did imagine. That flowers
Would spring up under her feet as she walked,
Tender rustles of her dress dragging, tugging on the ground.
White feet making presses in the warm soil.
The earth would be Home again.
And the flowers would say, Yes, and Welcome.
Susi, this is the best! You should publish.