smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms
benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face
a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings
a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile
almost
dead
the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're
OURS
now her
pain is
in the
past
*now
she
has
her
wings
at
last*
(c) soulsurvivor
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms
benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face
a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings
a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile
almost
dead
the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're
OURS
now her
pain is
in the
past
*now
she
has
her
wings
at
last*
(c) soulsurvivor
Back for a short time.
Caring for my father is
becoming more difficult.
He choked on a vitamin pill
the other day.
If I had not known
the Heimlich maneuver
he would have been
in big trouble.
I'm just glad I was THERE!!!
