Tiny yellow buttercups sprinkle the lawn--Cool Brightly lit daffodils sprung like a school pinky-blue skies brushed late Not one seed speaks, speaks so straight Harsh winter winds rush away in sin Bright rays float down smooth--like gin preparations are made just for June Spring is coming, is coming real soon!
Thanks RosieSmrtiePants for the idea to do this! 🙂
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
I long for them To frolic freely without a worry To come home at night without school work I long for them to play in
1. Don’t worry about me breaking down, I’ll give you a fair warning with enough time to pull over, but not enough time to drive
I hold you and you close to my heart warm warmth gooey love against my chest tiny faces, racing heartbeats button noses similar to mine
Illustration by Deema Alawa The Little Girl and Her Ghost by Celeste Bloom She was seven years old the first time goosebumps prickled her skin