My Poems

My Little Sweet Pea


That’s what she is a little flower to me,*A tulip, a rose, daisy or even sweet pea.*Fragrant soft ringlets make up her hair,* Must be why butterflies flutter round there. *She runs through wet grass in her bare feet, *Red birds and blue birds to her they greet. *This beautiful sight I bury in heart and head,* The day will come when far away she is led.

by Eileen Marie

         

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