…
She’s all fire
and ice
cream cone luscious,
rosemary and peppermint
wings swinging
toward a lollipop sun.
We’ve only
just begun;
she and me,
we’re gonna chalk our way
someday
to clouds and the significant
(s)way of roadtrip tunes
and cherry-trimmed
treats that leave our tutus
only (s)lightly sticky.
We’ll find our
-selfs some dandelion kites
to have
and hold,
…………..{make a wish}
and then we’ll blow ’em.
We’re gonna watch that moon,
s w o o n
in all her amber glow;
Cuz here’s the thing you’ve gotta
know, it’s
she’s not just a poet.
……………………………She’s a poem.
..
It’s my Shawna Girl’s birthday today. She’s not just a light in this world; she’s a spark. I’m so thankful she’s in my world.
This twirled me right into the ending.
Are you kidding me with this, my beautiful best friend?! Thank you. This went straight to my heart and my joy center. I love you sooooo much.
Did you see my tags? “plus sushi” 🙂
LOL … Not yet. They don’t show up on my phone. 🙂
Do you think I can remember myself how to write again? It seems impossible lately.
I felt the overwhelming joy you have for your daughter in this poem. Wishing you both a wonderful holiday season. 🙂
Thank you, Olga. While I do have an amazing daughter who inspires me, this is for my poetical bestie and sister. 🙂
Oh dear! I misunderstood when you used the word “girl.” Best to both of you.
I refuse to grow up. 🙂
And De lets me stay little, which is one of the million reasons I adore her.
I see dandelion kitties hiding in there. 🙂
Sure, sometimes they die (via hard-blown wishes), but they always come back, because of dandelion reincarnation/9 lives, and all that.
I am also picturing peppermint(-sticky) kittens. Those naughty little things get into everything!
Plus, I LOVE the word “swirl”!
A lollipop sun? Are you “kitten” me? Tee hee. So cute!
Love: “we’re gonna chalk our way”
“and the significant
(s)way of roadtrip tunes” … Yes please!
“cherry-trimmed
treats that leave our tutus
only (s)lightly sticky” … Yes!!!
We really do need serious tutu wardrobes.
The ending really pulled at my heart. I love you. 🙂
This is so wonderful… especially the conclusion. I would love to be a poem too.
You should use parens to turn “selfs” into “selfies.” 🙂
Shawna rocks. No question. Great poem, de!
You are a sweetie pie, too. 🙂