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.