My three year old grand-boy, moody from his nap, drags his blanket to the patio, sits down to wake up, watches me watering flowers. Suddenly he jumps up, points, no longer half asleep, “Papa, you’re making magic!”

garden hose rain
showers flower baskets
spraying pastel prism mists
onto rays of summer sunshine
papa painting rainbows in the sky

papa painting rainbows in the sky
onto rays of summer sunshine
spraying pastel prism mists
showers flower baskets
garden hose rain


About the Author: Carl Palmer

Carl "Pappa" PalmerCarl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) enjoying life as “Papa” to his grand descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer.

Carl is a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and Micro Award nominee. MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever!