Patchwork Prose and Verse
For My First Daughter – A Pickled Egg Princess
pickled egg princess
boiled peanut queen of the south
moved to Nevada
left her roots behind
she’s a gypsy vagabond
sweet pea with sweet tea
missing her culture
while creating a new one
living her best life
“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.” -William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
botanical candlelights dancing flickering in moonlit darkness memories of summer walks with my daughters, picking flowers, pressing them between pages of stories: untold warmth
Common Threads 