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...