So tickled, I giggled…
You never forget your first time,
Amazed, Amused, Confused, Contrite
In my arms rested a masterpiece.
Lips, hips, fingertips temporarily paused,
So this is what it feels like?
What’s that in my eye?
A tear drop?!
Hush child… You deserve it.
Not quite adequate…
So I reach out, I touch, Feel, Experience,
Smooth, Coarse, Receptive, Rejective
I drink in; my eyes wide open slits,
I taste the sweetness in my soul & the saltiness of my tears.
Hush child…. You are worth it.
Blooming & blossoming,
Polka dots & stripes,
Twinkles & jingles,
All things bright and beautiful,
I’m in the spotlight,
Twirling & laughing,
The sunlight is happy,
The breeze is clapping,
A girl once moved by a bouquet,
A woman knowing she’s a well tended garden.
Hush child…. You are just right.
By: Davida Echetabu
I just love pieces like this one! You read it and can draw from it various interpretations… more like an open cheque for the imaginative mind 😀
Totally loved it Davida! ….I hope YOU did too dear reader! 🙂