Though she be but little, she is fierce – William Shakespeare
You may recall that back in January I wrote a poem for my little sister’s birthday …a poem about her being a princess (She is). What I didn’t tell you was that I also made a cake for her, one befitting my little princess who so loves blue.
(poem: https://www.teresaholmes.net/2024/01/08/a-poem-i-wrote-for-my-little-sister/)
A Child for the King
I remember when I was born. Distant, and yet, barely a day ago. Sometimes when I lay in the desert sun, breathing in heat and coughing out sand, running my long fingers over my aching wounds, and chanting the prayers of healing, I long for the womb from which I came. It was all warm and wet darkness in the womb and I dwelt within it, existing without purpose yet satisfied with my life. But then it broke. Rocking and confused, dizzying tumbling around in the darkness groping at the bumpy walls, then brilliant light streaming through cracks.
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Yet here I am still
Sitting in her chair
At the top of Summer’s hill
Flowers budding in the yard
A sky so blue it breaks my heart
The hot sunshine raining down
Its light reflecting off Mary’s crown