Crazy House Poem #3

Maybe I

can bloom

into my imagined homes

of green gardens

and gentle streams

filed with jewels

for the pleasure

of little hands.

Precious hands.

May I walk among

those waters

to offer glittering light

to the wonder 

of my little loves?

Come.

May I call you ‘precious’

and love all

your happy times

and sad smiles.

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