Today's Poem - 31 March 2020

My Little Angel 

On the kitchen sill

my little angel

struggles to get

her wings to sign

‘good morning’

to the autumn sun.

3 burnt pennies

under her heels

has her reach forward

and on tippy-toes

her wings are freed

-joy, joy - she’s off

wiggling and wiggling

as close to flying

as her little plastic

wings can go.