POETRY
Allow them to tug you into a magical world.
The littlest girl
With the curly hair
Has gaps in her smile
And Lisps
She drew a tree
Colored the leaves white
And its trunk
Colored it black
“Oh but that’s the wrong color,”
The babysitter admonished
“Tree trunks are not black
They’re tan
And leaves, for godsakes,
Take a look; they’re always green!”
The little girl
Put down her crayon
Took a deep breath
Ruffled her curls…
“Oh but they are,”
Cooed the child.
“When it’s raining
They are black
And leaves
Sparkle.”
So, holding the sitter by the hand
To the window, she slowly tugged
To show her the magic.
“Let the children’s laughter,
remind us how we used to be.”
~ Whitney Houston, The Greatest Love of All
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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