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I watch my young child flourish
in all that she sees--
each orb forms a whispered wish
sent out on the breeze:
"May friends always be near you,
may you grow up to be strong;
may joys be many, sorrows few;
and may your days be ever long."
© Ginny Brannan October 2011
Written as a 7/5 Trochee, Two quatrains, alternating syllable count seven/five, abab rhyme scheme
Written for Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 11
They provide the prompt, we provide the story!
This is wonderful. A lovely wish for your child. :)
ReplyDeletelove it, smiles.
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful wish for your child. So inspiring and uplifting.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is lovely and sounds a great deal like a blessing.
ReplyDeleteA sweet wish, sweetly expressed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful :-)
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