Outside your door tonight
I saw a wash of shining stars
The night sky,
crayola blues
and wash-off primary markers
I thought of you
scribbling my name
on vellum clouds
in giant offset fonts
and bold strokes
lined up like your Barbie dolls
You drew me in a raspberry whirl
of stick figures
and half moons,
I was the figure with the happy face
while the fairy gods
lit the corner of your room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some lovely pictures here, Louise.