The Gift

The Gift
Four small light brown spotted eggs
held in the perfect round of that tiny nest

and my father behind me
smiling at us
the six year old child
and the Hawthorn in full bloom

and I knew then
what I came to know much later

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About lorianapauli

Born in Italian speaking Ticino/Switzerland. Lived all my life in different parts of that very country till I found my way "home", where I truly belong > the 'Long Island'.
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2 Responses to The Gift

  1. NavPoetry says:

    Beautiful work, I really enjoy your way of painting a scene. I can almost feel like I am there with you and your father.

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