Someone showed her drawings found in her mother's house.
Always a house
and a chimney
and a big tree on the west side
a tall one, in full bloom
with an expansive orchard on the south side
fruiting in season
grass lounging in green
birds flipping shadows in the breeze.
A little girl skipping out the front door,
coloring the sidewalk with her shadow
pigtails and skirts
billowing in tune with her singing.
She skipped, Skip to My Lou! She lived a fairy tale life after all.
