The best tea parties
in the whole wide world
are hosted, not by queens,
but by little five-year-old girls:

They're major dress-up,
with a who's who guest list
that includes
teddy bears, Barbie dolls,
and sock puppets.

They must always have
a special theme,
be it the family pet's birthday
or in honor of a favorite
cartoon character.

What she serves
is anybody's guess,
and indeed,
the menu will vary
for it's all make believe,
but her imagination
is quite real,
and a big part of the charm.

Count your lucky stars if invited.

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

Love you, my sweet angel, I think of you all the time
that is what mothers often do, in the morning, at noon
and in the evening, when slumber comes, often your
in my thoughts sweetheart.

There is never a day passes by my angel dear that
you're not on my mind, you came into this world
so beautiful, with hair of reddish blonde, fat little
cheeks that made me sing with delight.

You have always been my little angel, an angel without
the wings, a little sweetheart, that never made me cry
always made me happy throughout your growing years.

You never disappointed me once, you only showed me
nothing but love, how could God of given me such a
wonderful treasure as you? I am blessed.

Now you're grown, with a child of your own, you follow
my example to a tee, your a daughter every mother
wish she had, and I shall always thank you, my angel
for being you.

You are the spark that brightens my life, the cool
summer breeze that kisses my cheek, you are my
rainbow at the end of a rainstorm, with colors that
that brighten my heart.

You are my loving daughter, that glows like the moon
sparkles like the stars. you are one of my reasons
for living dear daughter, and your five brothers too.


By DerenaBree
© 2019 DerenaBree (All rights reserved)