A Brown Eyed Susan Daisy

To my mother: who loves brown eyed susan daisies.

I am running on tiptoes through fields of brown eyed susan daisies; laughing, twirling, and dancing.

With my arms outstretched, I easily brush each one with my fingertips and feel the softness of their petals.

Reaching up to my waist, they are strong and tall;
warm golden yellow like the glowing sun, they remind me.

With a center, round and dark, brown like the color of your eyes.

Suddenly I STOP.

All is completely still, but the whispering of the grass and the flowers in the wind.

I turn my head and happily gaze at what is all around me...

All I can see is you,
and ten thousand of your beautiful brown eyes, smiling back at me. 

Love,
your Anna Panda Pooper

Drawing by Little Lady