Poems from Lydia Q

The Sun is Setting
Visions of the sunset— It sets every night, Sometimes at 7 o’clock, Sometimes at 8 o’clock, Sometimes at 9 o’clock. It spins and sings over...
The Day is Done
The day is done The sun is sinking into the bathtub Flinging toys flinging joys across the sky. The day is done The umbrellas put away and...