Early in the mornin'

The sun in her hair

Tiny fingers

Plump blueberries

Shoved in her mouth

as quick as they were picked

Gran looked out

to find blueberries

smeared on her mouth

like paint

Now she sits with a nervous spin

her blonde hair gleaming

from the evening sun

From the window

A hug so tight

A tear fighting to fall

Gran can't speak.....

What happened to my tiny girl

with the top of her head

barely showing over

the blueberry bush

Jennifer Colyne Hall

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blueberry-bush/