Mrs. Mars has a whole solar-system
Inked-
Into her inner arm
INTERSTELLAR
Her eyes beautifully blue
as a butterfly.
Mrs. Mars’ fine hair,
softly frames her face
Hued blue
Ombré and wispy,
like cotton candy
Down to earth,
Well grounded,
her favorite season of all
is fall.
Named her daughter Autumn-Rose,
rightfully so!
Her curls bounce,
like A.A. Milne character tigger.
Her eyes,
out of this world,
blue,
like a sunset on Mars.
In the day,
The two play pretend ,
among the fortress of sunflowers
SPROUTING
within their back yard.
Collecting severed heads
That dried out,
in summer heat
Kernel of truth,
the two hastily,
pluck the seeds two by two
On a baking sheet,
The seeds are in the oven roasting
Autumn-rose hops around
EXCITEDLY
When her favorite song comes on...
This mother and daughters’ voices are
Harmonious
Singsongy as a blue stellar jay
At dusk,
reading aloud nightly
is a must!
Ending in the exchange of butterfly kisses
And tender
Irreplaceable
I love you’
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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