Missing You

Dear Iowa,
It was osmosis.
City girl absorbed red barns
waving cornfields and fresh plum jam
tractors spewing dust from dawn
drop-in neighbors and party-line phones
sheets flapping on backyard lines
towns without stop lights
and churches with hats.
Neon lights are not fireflies.


12 thoughts on “Missing You

      • Misky November 16, 2015 / 5:08 pm

        Right. πŸ™‚


  1. AnnMarie Roselli-Kissack November 16, 2015 / 5:39 am

    So Lillian, you are (not were) an Iowa gal:) The heart of this piece paints your heart barn-red. It is a loving tribute with fondly profound imagery.
    Beautiful sentiments here this am
    Happy Monday, my friend.

    Liked by 1 person

    • lillian November 16, 2015 / 9:57 am

      Hard to take the Hawkeye out of a gal once you’ve spent so many years in the heartland! πŸ™‚
      Have a fabulous week, my coffee sympatico friend!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Holly Wren November 16, 2015 / 10:34 am

    Having lived in Iowa for a while, and fallen in love with it while I did, this brings back a few memories of my own. Love that last line!

    Liked by 1 person

    • lillian November 16, 2015 / 1:09 pm

      Wow! So surprised to see a note from you here….happy you like it! It’s the poem for the 16 step assignment so you’ll see it in my packet πŸ™‚


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