Deer Watching with My 87-Year-Old “Mama”

Remember when I watched

For deer

Standing in the back of

The house

Looking through the


So you could see them


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


As we shared a simple pleasure

Of life . . .

— Cheryl Meacham

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