Halfway to paradise.
More or less.
Every day is heavenly.
Guess I must be blessed.

The friends I have are pillars.
Standing in support.
Pillars made of marble.
Pale green with veins of ivory.

Children of adults.
Number six.
Five boys.
A girl.
Bound together by ties made out of  willow twigs.
Not weeping willow tears.

Four protective beasts have I.
One for sorrow.
Eldest boy
One for joy.
Eldest daughter.
Another daughter and a second stoic boy.

Life twists and turns.
Climbing hills and dribbling tears.
Think it's better now.
I still think maybe I should have put in more.
(c)Livvi