Hey guys! I know, I couldn’t think of a good title for this one.
hair askew, she walks at dusk
quiet stepping, dodging corn husks
lively party, can’t go in
secret dancing to violin
climbing quickly up a tree
the setting sun not hard to see
watching dancers twirl right by
pretty as the painted sky
naming all the herbal dyes
no one sees the hidden spy
trying to remember her
wondering what she would wear
noting quickly darkening space
scuttling down at hasty pace
halted by the scent of flowers
mama-longing overpowers
comforted by lovely sight
hearing her name called in the night
running fast to Papa’s arms
sanctuary from all harms.
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Another poem-shoot! I didn’t intend to do this, but the photo shoot I took didn’t have a lot of pictures I wanted to post. 🙂
This was (loosely) based on a part of Changes for Josefina, one of her pre-BeForever books.
❤ , IrishAG