Rare Words Were In My Shoes Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

rare words were in my shoes
stuffed tight, and wadded there
so out of sight, new penny bright

beyond the inspectors;
in my pockets with old gingerbread
absconded from that store

with Mary Poppins, you know,
the one that wasn't there
the next day...

oh that I could save the gilt stars
from being pasted back
in the Heavens.

how much we need their gold here,
close at hand.

mary angela douglas 26 december 2015