The Daisies Miss Me Leslie Cairns I grew up on Amber Way, where the tree fell on my Dad’s Chevrolet but it somehow ran. & back then I ran and swerved – left behind – past rocks big as kindergartners, thinking that I had all the summers in the world to obtain scabbed knees. I sat there, folded over, and wondered if the daisies missed me in between. Then, I outgrow the worn down moss carpet, the pine wood […] Continue Reading
