Have you seen the eucalyptus tree in the park?
Just at sunset, before dark,
Black lace against the sky,
Shimmering in the breeze passing by.
Many times I walked right by,
It never even caught my eye.
One day I reached right up and picked a leaf.
It smelled so good I pick some more.
Was just like the medicine Mom got at the store.
Now as each day passes, on my walk by the eucalyptuses.
I smile as I remember all my Mom's Kisses es.
by © Tom Stanley Janca. 2004
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