Poems from zadabug98

Those who say that love is blind have never seen the way that your eyes sparkle when Margaret crawls into your lap and starts to purr. It...
My mother is made of stardust, Glimmering and ethereal In a way that no other human has ever been. She is as formless and free-willed As...
My home is the sky where I fly freely. Where Mother pulls the aba off my back and Father leads the way while we soar. Where Sister’s wings...