I may bury the coded thread in cross stitch
as my Lord among the Heavens buried His stars
it is for safe keeping
He puts up the jams of Heaven
as some do here.
not my gift, I fear
though I admire
the jeweled gleamings
on the shelves and
row by row
like children still think oh!
don't they look like rubies,
yellow diamonds.
see! a real poet
said the Queen
(my mama)when she sings
can make toast and jam
an elaborate thing.
mary angela douglas 14 august 2015
as my Lord among the Heavens buried His stars
it is for safe keeping
He puts up the jams of Heaven
as some do here.
not my gift, I fear
though I admire
the jeweled gleamings
on the shelves and
row by row
like children still think oh!
don't they look like rubies,
yellow diamonds.
see! a real poet
said the Queen
(my mama)when she sings
can make toast and jam
an elaborate thing.
mary angela douglas 14 august 2015
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