Today I sat outside
Cross-legged, nestled in green
As I searched through a patch of clover.
I wondered if my Nana, in her youth,
Had done the same as I did.
I wondered what went through her head,
Searching for a little piece of luck,
Something to hold onto and carry,
As she pondered through the issues of life.
I wondered if a special someone went through her head,
As he did mine,
And I wondered if he felt for her
What she did for him.
I stood up, empty-handed,
Feeling just as lucky for thinking of her
As I would've been with a four-leaf clover.