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A BUCKET OF LOVE by Helene Cauchon

 

A Bucket of Love

by Helene Cauchon


I can't wait to pick up my bucket and fill it with love.

I will put on my garden boots and traipse across the wet grass,
gather flowers, weeds and dirt, and pile them all in my tin bucket of love.

I will skip down the street in my summer sandals and gather wildflowers in my apron and scatter them across the roadway to fill the path with love.

If I can spread love everywhere, like seeds in the wind,
maybe I will find a door to a secret garden 
where everyone will visit, hug and get along.

As I write my story of fantasy,
I pick up the old rusty bucket left out in the rain.
It is empty.
I fill it with love.





Helene Cauchon is a retired research attorney from Southern California who spends her time writing poetry in her journal and hanging out with her grandkids. She yearns for a world free of suffering, but has finally come to accept that suffering is part of the journey. She believes we are all called to help each other out as much as we can during our time on this planet. For her, writing poetry is like spiritual therapy and she is so grateful to put pen to paper.   



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  1. A bucket can be filled with many things and you chose,love. Beautiful imagery that had me recalling the feel of wet grass,skipping as a girl and the joy I felt. And now as I wear a sundress and gather in my garden I too can go forth and fill a bucket with love and share it.

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