November 9th
Ancient waves of Nommos
white lace, a yellow crayon,
gray eyes
nurtured by mother’s milk.
Queries fraught with curiosity
like dramatic frothy shores.
Her imagination
perched upon the back of a wild seahorse!
Splashes, punctuated by
thoughts of grandeur,
she now sees
her reflection in still waters.
Ancient waves of Nommos
white lace, a yellow crayon,
gray eyes
nurtured by mother’s milk.
Queries fraught with curiosity
like dramatic frothy shores.
Her imagination
perched upon the back of a wild seahorse!
Splashes, punctuated by
thoughts of grandeur,
she now sees
her reflection in still waters.