Her words are pearls; tears are too…
Nothing fake, not just bijoux…
Little dimples… little curls…
Befitting the sweetest girls…
Little dimples still remain,
Eyes and smiles are just the same.
When her tears like rivers purl
There remains a shiny pearl
Hanging on her eyelashes…
Can’t you hear?… My heart crashes…
Take care of this precious pearl;
She is still “my little girl”…
N’ I am very fond of her….
© P. J. Oszmann
You may read “Andrea’s Pearls” at her own site at AuthorsDen under the new title of My Four Poems.