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"What do you want to be
when you grow up
my dearest Indigo?"

Indigo looked up at Mother Ivy
With eyes of emerald
the size of mini globes

She closed her eyes a moment
Thinking
Brushing away the curly tendrils of
hair from her creased brows

Mother Ivy bent
whispering butterflies
into the child's ear

"Don't be afraid my doll
Speak
Never hold your peace"

As Indigo open her eyes
Her thick lashes
Made a breeze
Which swept the worries
From Mother Ivy

"When I grow up
I want to be poetry"

Mother Ivy gathered her close
kissing the lovely child with sweet dreams
While poppies bled scents into their clothes

"Why do you say that my dear?"

Indigo twirled in her mothers arms
Her eyes flashed with golden specks
As the sun smiled light into her soul

"Because poetry is sign-language
that speaks to the deaf heart"