I rock
I rock my girl in the crook of my arms.
A rook, wild, rocks on the branch.
Story-scribbling, free-dancing, skip-dipping, pond-gazing, bowl-licking, paint-splatting, land-marveling, book-gorging, stone-whittling, fire-starting, moon-bathing soul-singing warrior mama.
I love this. I expected a completely different poem. This packs so much punch in just a few words. Great job! You do rock!
ReplyDeleteHa, thanks MSB. Back at ya!
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