these things have floated down to the children
pearl birds with paper wings
ancient riddles tied with string
rose petals. and the ships they came on
the lilac's whisper the pale green moody song
one opal tear
the moment wrapped in origami gold
pin wheels in beach ball colours
one apple orchard, ordered in miniature
with a small Queen
a silver slide among the blue white stars
the memory of who you are in the green hushed summer
crooning to them a weeping lullaby
in the middle of the day;
pink macaroons;and striped curtains.
the wish that it could always be
that way
like Christmas opening up
its own dear Present
in the Light from far away.
mary angela douglas 14 may 2020
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