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.
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s little girl and I hope she realizes just how special that really is. My own adoptive father died when I was twelve and I lost that special feeling when he passed...Andrea, you are one lucky woman!
if she just doesn't LOVE this write--this is a stunning tribute to a budding author--BRAVO
LOVE the ending "...n' i am very fond of her" :) as are we, those blessed to read her words
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)