At the window

My daughter looks like a red poppy

plucked from a field of poppies

sunny in the rain

the red hood of her jacket bobbing

on her head as she runs to the car

turns to me

waves goodbye.

The car pulls away.

My heart is red and full

with a thousand poppies

nodding their heads


except in that very spot

where she was standing

where the rain falls.

(c) Copyright 2000. The Christian Science Publishing Society

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