Huckleberry

Huckleberry

A Poem by Elizabeth

The day you became mine, I became yours.

Your warrior queen and your pillow fort guardian.
Your safety and your wild.
Your dragon slayer and your pirate chaser.

Yours, always.
To be brave
to be strong
to be your midnight lullaby and your windows down, rock n’ roll.

The fire that burns the torches to light your way home.
The storm that will wash away your fear.
The wind that will howl when you hurt and the leaves that dance to make you smile.

You are my huckleberry and I am your river.
I am your your lighthouse, your Mama, your always.

And you, my son, are all of me.

© 2018 Elizabeth


Author's Note

Elizabeth
Punctuation on this type of piece is always a challenge for me. Also, I think the first stanza is a bit awkward. Honest reviews appreciated.

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The word choice and cadence are more important than punctuation. Your thoughts are conveyed in a melodic style and is very nice to read and relate to.

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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