KEEPSAKE
Still unused,
the letter opener
she got on her birthday
has become tarnished.
It lies on the sill,
next to a seashell
she found in Florida
before moving west.
Before becoming a writer.
Before becoming a mother.
Her son wants to use it as a dagger,
to wield it savagelyagainst monsters and bad guys
that come streaming out
from the toy-cluttered corners of his room,
but he can't reach it yet.
V. Mortensen
Ba ba blacksheep
ReplyDeletehave you any wool?
Yes Sir, Yes Sir three bags full.
One for my master and one for my dame
one for the little girl who lives on Ruby Lane.
Ba Ba Blacksheep
have you any wool?
Yes Sir, Yes Sir three bags full.
Love this poem!
Thanks Blacksheep! :-)