Mud Pies Poem by Dietra Reid

Playing in the richness of the dirt.
Soil or plain old dirt was the main
ingredient.
Letting the mixture of dirt and
water softly drip thru my
fingers.
Sun was the oven that baked my
creation.

Gravel from our driveway the
adornment on top.
Enjoying an essential part of our
original and ending
formation without even
knowing.
Simply ways in childhood of both
having fun, resting and
living.
In adulthood carrying some of that
pure joy in our heart is a
healing.