I always loved the word pearl, for some strange reason.
your poem was beautiful,
miniature mystic wand my loving little girl
curled and tucked lightly in my arms such tiny
delicate hands playing on daz lazy airs such a
faery-dusted dream to calm my storms of
grief and freshen these weary
reading it almost felt like a spell was been cast, magical.
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent"