Queens

The softness
of her pink fleece dressing gown
Holds her clean bathed perfect skin
As I hold her, hip to mine
Her rabbit slipper feet a - dangling
From the edge of our comfortable seat.
Not grown enough to touch the floor
Not small enough to cradle.

I'm in this moment, a precious time ,
We'd walked the mountain hand in hand
In rapture beckoning the air
Into our heaving lungs.
We squelched into the mud stained climbs
For we brave queens of royal lands had
Nature show for us alone
Its joy in regal guests

Then once our eyes had seen the day
That painted scenes for us to roam
We journeyed back from the the lands to our home
Cheeks flush and glad with nothing less than
Salvation in our hearts







Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-12-04 at 13:05

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Have I ever mentioned that I admire your work? If not: I admire your work very much.
2021-12-04


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful and emotive. Enjoyed this very much.
2021-12-04