Our little teenage babushka
Carina Marie
flaxen haired beauty
with caramel pink complexion
and starlight eyes
I watch as you paint the world
with a vivid imagination and
the rich, dayglo colors of your
palette
Although I do wonder why you
hang cans from the ceiling
and tape a fork to the fan
all with an avant-garde shrug of
your shoulders
and a blasé smile
I see the hidden potential
bursting forth like a sudden
downpour of sunshine
A bright door opens in
the golden mist
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
Our little teenage babushka
Carina Marie
flaxen haired beauty
with caramel pink complexion
and starlight eyes
I watch as you paint the world
with a vivid imagination and
the rich, dayglo colors of your
palette
Although I do wonder why you
hang cans from the ceiling
and tape a fork to the fan
all with an avant-garde shrug of
your shoulders
and a blasé smile
I see the hidden potential
bursting forth like a sudden
downpour of sunshine
A bright door opens in
the golden mist
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