my daughter
my magpie
keeper of shiny things
you flit
you fly
eyes captive
with passion
for this world
this world that hungers
for more of you
your keen sense of beauty
among the mundane
darling daughter
you are my shiny thing
So beautiful. I can’t decide which I love best. They’re so different from each other. I have two shiny things.
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Thank you, Sandra. A few of these are about three years old…when I finally found my way back home (to poetry).
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