I would like a small castle you said
at the beginning of wishes.
with walls pale blue like the sky
that turn to pink bye and bye
and then cream, a tinge of tangerine
a small castle would be fine
the living room a forest green enclosed
a fountain from a living stream
and when, we dreamed
let there be stars.
maybe God heard you from afar
though your wishing voice was small
and bent His opal ear
to your faint call
because your heart was in your dreams
and like a small rose,
out of all roses:
the most crimson, winsome of them all.
mary angela douglas 16 november 2018
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