so infants can
prance
in ripples of sunlight?
small limbs fluttering about
a majorette who spins
dreams,
‘ til yawns and stretches glint
towards ripe leaves,
and mothers arms are covered in
Christmas berries above
babies who
smile
and play Jack and Jill tumble songs on rattles
all around those
who see
innocence
in footprints of young leaves

This made me smile. ❤ 😉
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Thanks Jack!..😊😊😊😊😊😊
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Beautiful Kae,just like you 🙂
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Ah Ben… so sweet you are:).. thank you:)
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Great post love reading your work! 🙂 flightministries.com
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Thank you 🙂
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Your poem feels like the dance of life. It is full of love, playfulness, rythem, spontaneity and delight. The world needs to be reminded of this day in and day out. With much appreciation Roland
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Thanks so much Roland:)
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Do you write poetry?…. my daughter and I felt led to begin a Christian Literary Journal for poets…
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Cool! No I have not written much poetry. I have in recent years started reading a lot of poetry on WordPress and other sights. Have you been cc editing for many years! You have a gift for it.❤️
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Thanks:)… in case you’d like to check us out….https://www.facebook.com/jordanjournalcollective/
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I already did. Thanks!
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🙂
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Wow 🙂
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awwww ❤ cute. xx
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🙂
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