You see, this is what happens when I sleep in. I could NOT get up on Tuesday. Just couldn't. The rain was raining, the bed was cozy. The cat was comfy. I simply couldn't and wouldn't budge. So Devi sat in a window seat and this is what she did. I asked if I could post it. She said yes, I asked if it had a name, and she said "No, why don't you ask people who visit your blog what they would name it?" And so I ask you....what shall we name this poem? (I've changed only some spelling mistakes. I am a MOM after all....)
Why is the night sky so gray?
Why does morning turn to day?
Where's my prince?
Where's my knight?
Shall no one save me this winter night?
If every petal on every flower,
Were locked away in a tower,
Who am I to scream and cower?
That's how it was meant to be.
But if these petals included me,
Who dare know where I'd be!
For, this world has it's never-ends:
Corners, turns,twists and bends.
But as I sit, quiet and still,
I am not a prisoner, I am not threat.
In fact, who know's if I'm anything yet?