A little poem I wrote last night for a very, very special lady.
On Her 17th Birthday
Her youth was spent aloof and free,
the queen of her own destiny.
Now frail and thin, she barely hears –
hasn’t caught a mouse in years.
– © 2015, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved
Jama Rattigan is hosting Poetry Friday today, and you know what that means: snacks! Well, of course, plenty of poetry links, too – but you can always count on snacks when Jama is blogging, and today she has Blueberry Crumb Bars…so head on over before they’re all gone!
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