Invading my bedroom
Hushed and hurried
Silent syllables on the air
Hovering ‘round my bed
Soft and silvery
Hope-filled secrets, quiet laughter
Crowding my pillowed head
Bubbly and happy
Ticklish words breathed in my ear:
“Mom? Are you awake?”
Sweet whisperers. Love it!
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They are sweet; and one day, I will miss them.
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It takes a true writer to turn such an ordinary event into a lovely poem. 🙂
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Imagination makes the ordinary extraordinary, right?
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I love that. Yes, extraordinary.
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Thanks, Veronica. Sometimes it just writes itself.
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Good.
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