My Own Little World
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Rainbows and popsicles
Sugar and spice
Butterfly days
That are pretty and nice
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A princess with ribbons
Taffeta and lace
Play make-up, hair ties
On my cute, freckled face
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Mommy’s clothes, I’m a damsel
Daddy’s boots for the dragon
Horse-drawn carriage made from
My little red wagon
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Straws for my fairy wand
Cut paper as snow
My puppy the tiger
That protects as I go
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A prince in my future
But he’s so far away
I’m so busy with cut outs
So busy with play
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Curled up on my blankets
Reading my books
Of adventures and piglets
Of angels and crooks
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Ever lost in my thoughts
Ever in my sweet dream
A song in my head
As I sing by the stream
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Lazy long days
There’s so much to do
Pencils and crayons
A picture for you
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A poem for my Mommy
A story for Dad
A prayer when I’m frightened
Salty tears when I’m sad
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I’m glad I am happy
I’m glad I’m a girl
I’m glad I’m a princess
In my own little world
After blogging on here intermittently for several years with flickers of success here and there, I am back again to throw my luck to the wind and set free the creativity within which burtsts to flourish and grow.
I hope you will join my journey; take a chance on me.
One Look in Your Eyes
I can’t help myself
Just one look in your eyes
I’m brought to a new place
Heaven’s surprise
Just thinking of you
My spirit sings
The world disappears
You become everything
Words of laughter and joy
Cute little puns
Intense moments of sharing
My heart has been won
Dear friend of my spirit
You are so much more
Facing tomorrows
To share what’s in store
When light and shadow begin to play
We look at things a different way
The once obscure can come to light
The ostentatious less contright
The details of the inner shell
Free to dance in freedom’s swell
Look to see the hidden world
In amazement let God’s love unfurl
🌸🌺💕🌺🌸🌺💕🌺🌸
Nothing
I have nothing to write
As I ponder this night
Stars hidden behind heavy clouds
Alone in my bed
Alone in my head
Just another soul lost in the crowd
What value is life
With all lost in strife
And a heart too heavy to carry
So I fluster for reason
In this hell-induced season
Destitute, defeated and weary
Arise my little one christened in faith
Water cleansing your spirit and face
Surrounded by love, born of grace
Walk in hope and joy in all of your days
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