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The taste of a raspberry
takes me back,
every time.
I am a child, walking
through my grandfather's woods
towards the lake.
Tiny ruby gems
much smaller than
the store-bought ones
I savor now
pinky-nail size, but oh
so lovely a treasure.
For just one more day
to be that small girl again
waking up in my slanted ceiling
bedroom, with a view to the barn
no cares, excited about
what the day would bring.
© by Carolyn Casas.
Used with the author's permission.
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Carolyn Chilton Casas lives on the central coast of California. A Reiki Master and teacher, she often explores ways of healing in her writing. Carolyn's stories and poems have appeared in numerous publications and she is the author of one poetry collection, Our Shared Breath. A new collection, Under the Same Sky, is forthcoming. Carolyn enjoys hiking and beach volleyball; learn more about her on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ .
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