Buried Treasure

There was a four leaf clover
where the map was marked with an X
My sister and I rejoiced in our treasure
   and proudly showed it to our grandmother.
   She smiled as
   we pressed our luck between the pages
   of the Brothers' Grimm.
   Treasure maps are few and far between
   since we buried our Irish rose
   underneath a bed of clover.
   My sister took my hand and
   together we walked odd-numbered paces
   on the journey of life. We discovered treasures along the way
   but none more precious than the memories in our hearts
   and the clovers in our hair.

[Laura Farmer]