Amid Confetti Fire

Daisy whispers that it's over as we watch the fragments fall

Into confetti fire...and I pretend for her that I'm not frightened; that I'm not terrified at all.

"Shh," I say and pull her closer, "Daisylynn, do you recall

The rain upon our windows and the Petrichor of Fall? When we would forage four-leaf clovers,

Reminiscing of our springs spent in Nepal?"

(And as confetti fire blossoms all around us)...as we dissipate into the dust that's shed from a r m a g e d d o n 's ball,

Catastrope surrounds me, and

The pieces of our heaven become one ginormous, crumbled-wall.

(I do my best to distract Daisy)--to keep her well-enthralled; I hum

On beat to Humpty Dumpty--"Do you remember, pretty Daisy, the way he tumbled down and had a fall?" (And as she starts to sing to me about the helpless Kingdom...)

Nostalgia dries our tired tears to salt; (then we cease amid confetti fire)--✨and to final sleep, we waltz✨. 💔

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-Gina C.🧚‍♀️✨

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This poem was written for the Dancing with Distraction Challenge. :)

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