All Kinds Of Magic Poem by Jim Yerman

Once they arrived she turned her children loose…finding a tree she could safely watch them from behind….there is magic everywhere she tells them…go see what you can find….

They smile…then they wave…then they take off…ready to explore…ready to find the magic…as they'd done so many times before.

They examine the grass and the ground while on their hands and knees…they investigate the weeds…they smell the flowers, climb the trees.

They turned their noses to the breeze…search under rocks…dunk their hands into the babbling brook…and just as Mom predicted…there was magic everywhere they looked…

All the time their mom is smiling…remembering when it was she on her hands and knees…searching for the magic with her mom behind the trees…

And she thinks…when she was a child how she loved searching for the magic…as many children do…but as a mom…watching her children search for magic…is a kind of magic too.