It's A Portable Poem

IT'S A PORTABLE POEM

it's a portable poem to sing to you

when you're sad

a portable wand to change things

when you're mad.

it doesn't ask much

it's magic, as such

and they won't even see it

to call out "contraband"

(that is, if you memorize it.)

it will only take a minute or two.

it can't be borrowed

it's just for you.

I hope it will make you instantly merry

it's light as air and easy to carry.

so you can have fun with it all the day through

with scissors and paste or maybe with glue.

it's soap bubble rainbowed through afternoon.

no matter what anyone does, or assumes.

you'll know it by heart.

and in your best shoes.

so Christmas come early and snow come on

and let all the churlish say once upon.

let ice cream be served

and chocolate cake too.

this poem is a party

inviting you.

mary angela douglas 10 october 2019