Can't believe it's been 7 months since I last was here! I'm back and plan to keep it that way!
From top to bottoms, sighs controlled
and busty sighs in clouds of gold
She worries over skin and limbs,
her little cherubs dance akin
To strew her palace, endless toys,
sticky fingers, mess and noise
A routine balance now to pot,
a lover of her own free thought
No marching orders listened to,
awaits the voice of you-know-who
The second he glides through the door
their naughtiness abides no more
He cannot understand her fuss,
no subject matter to discuss
Just adoration all for him -
her darling little nephilims
Bedtime calls and seizes them,
it's off to la-la-land again
While mother hangs up wings and breath
so very little she has left
To go towards another day
where morning steals her knight away
For battle new and battles won,
angelic daughters, saintly sons.
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8 comments:
A lively, lovely poem --and a delight to see you posting again.
Beautiful. "...where morning steals her knight away...:" I really liked that line.
Charming write...welcome back...
Brilliant poetry! I'm glad that the Prodigal Poet is back.
Delightful!
That's the way the cookie crumbles - and leaves the crumbs to prove it! LOL
So powerful ! I think you have seen a Nephilim dear lady ...most auspicious , Saintly One
Well balanced. It is a shame that the knight must leave...and so take the best of his children's behavior with him.
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