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

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.

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Added on March 14, 2018
Last Updated on September 16, 2018



Wonderland, TN

I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..

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A Poem by Elizabeth