Today's NaPoWritMo prompt is to write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. Here's mine:
Your curls blossom bubble roll down your neck, swaying to your own spin your own song They're untamed untied unkempt, I suppose but never would I cut them. *Note: You may ask what this has to do with magic. But to me it is magic that this beautiful child is so different from anyone else in our family. That from the way she looks to her already poetic thoughts, she is all her own. (Yesterday she not said but sang to me, "Mama is a rainbow in the sky..." This sung to a Mama who has hoped and prayed her depression wouldn't be a rain cloud over her children. What more of a blessing could one ask.) This poem shows just a part of the magic that is my daughter. |
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
April 2020
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