THE PRISONER
March 22nd 2009 06:04
THE PRISONER
She is a mass of blonde curls
an abundance of giggles
a well of innocence
still unjaded and pure
a delight who delights
at everything around her
This is my prisoner
she is kept in my heart
under lock and key
and released to run wild inside me
So I never forget the joy of puppy breath
how to lose myself in a fairytale
to want Dorothy to find her way home
to let the giggles wash over me
even when trying to act "grown up"
Never to be released
she is my reminder of childhood
my leftovers of wonderment
By Gaye McInnes
| 18 |
| Vote |
subscribe to this blog












