Remember when I watched
For deer
Standing in the back of
The house
Looking through the
Windows
So you could see them
Grazing
I would go to get you
Yelling all the way
The deer are here — The deer
Are outside
And I would help you
Walk carefully
To watch them graze
You leaning close to the window
To see quietly
So as to not frighten them away
A smile took over
Your face
At the wonder through glass
Of a deer so silently eating
You filled my heart and soul
With your excitement
And I felt I melted into
You
As we shared a simple pleasure
Of life . . .
— Cheryl Meacham
