Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is "to draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard." Dear little Lucille,
By the time you are old enough to read this, it is my heart's longing that you and I are tea and sugar, pouring the aura of wonder and warm belonging into one another's lives. I long to see you giggle uncontrollably with my Ana, to see you dance for joy with my Eric. I long to see you all three rolling through the garden until you dog-pile with exhausted fullness. I long to read to you all on my knees and in my lap, and even more to let my cup overflow with your own stories. But we're an ocean away - I know how that ocean can become a wall, no less separating being water and not stone, a subtle conqueror ... the moment you catch a glimpse through the mist and spray, it swirls again in front of you. You'll have so many others in your life, you'll have no need of us...we with our words and day-to-days foreign to yours. You'll barely see our faces ...once every two years... who knows. All this rains down on me. You've barely stepped out of your cocoon and already it seems you've flown beyond our sight. Is the best I can hope you'll have heard of my name? No. I'll write again soon...
Nelson
5/2/2018 06:44:05 am
You'll see her and know her and read to her and play music with her and laugh with her on Skype silly. Still I liked the poem very much. Just wanted to cheer you up. Comments are closed.
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AuthorHi! My name is Martina, and I write picture books, riddles, limericks, additional poems, and puppet shows. I taught first grade, second grade, and kindergarten in the United States and now live in Switzerland where I enjoy good stories and poems with my husband and our three children. Archives
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