Sweet Strangeling

Her arrival was in her own sweet time, and thereafter she abhorred bad time keeping. Or maybe just mine.
She demanded life all around her, a dancing tune and much to do;
Peppering our home with sound, or a new vision and thoughts shared to ponder and I’d shake my head at her insights.
She passed me by; not only in height but in strength and clarity.
And strong will.
I’d met my match!
She reminds me that black is black, and white is white; not content with chalkiness.
So we butt and buffer, yet stay attached;
Although we maybe destined to float on stormy seas;
My sweet strange-ling and me.


2 thoughts on “Sweet Strangeling

  1. carolannwrites says:

    Love it!

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