bumblebea

Nature blessed us

Gave us a sun, water and air

Food, land and more

And so what did we give back?

We used the land given to us

i know you

the quiet one never heard

i know you

the one with eyes like a deer

i know you

the one tagging along at the back

i know you

the one last picked in a game

i know you

Every Monday,

After school,

Papa brings all of us;

Hazel

Lila

Rowan

Baby Arlo (who’s actually three by now)

And me

If to be a sonnet is to be vain, then to be a sonnet is to be a friend. 

If to be a limerick is to be laughed at, then to be a limerick is to be a child. 

The assignment is due in a couple months

Will the results be good or bad?

Either way I have plenty of time

I’ll work on it later.

1 month left

Once upon a time,

the princesses got tired.

They were done

they deserved to be.

And the fairies

that the fairy tales were about,

the fairies

that were written out

with their striking beauty