I am made of dandelion, fire and sunshine
buoyant enough to gift you a smile
I am made of conviction and quiet dreams
strong enough to taper misgivings

I am made of gentle rain and sanguine verse
novel enough to ignite your muse
I take pride in mending broken hearts and souls
search deep into my eyes you ‘ll find it be not false

I am made of prayer, promise and hope
willful enough to sweep dolor and grief
I take pride in spreading warmth and wiping tears
until dusky red dawn/until the moon appears

 

Posted on ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and posting on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United