You are mine.
A precious gift
I made and gave
To myself,
To the earth,
And the stars.
It is quiet now.
The sky is black
And the moon shines
White on white
Snow thick as
A mother's love.
I think of our day,
Tucked away
In our home.
Warm.
Your small round
Cheeks were dry, so
Pink.
Your light yellow
Hair stood up,
Shocked
With play and laughter.
Rolling and free,
Love so true, you.
YOU ARE READING
Winter Mondays
PoetryShort Collection of Poems __ This is my first work and most likely will be a short one. I will do my best to update when inspiration strikes. These poems are not fancy or velvety, yet I hope there is some small warmth or flush of feeling that will...
