Our children away, we lie on the driveway,
side by side, and look for shooting stars
against the August sky.

(There – over there! And another!)

Too hot to touch, I feel for your hand,
hold a single finger,
love you
bigger than the sky
for taking me outside to see.

Jennifer L Freed mostly writes poetry. The above poem, in longer form (63 words) appeared in The Christian Science Monitor in 2013. Upon revisiting it recently, she decided to revise. She is thankful for this site and its limit/goal of 50 Words. Visit jfreed.weebly.com for more.