Morning Magic by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter
Morning Magic
Maggie Devers
A princess sits at the edge of my bed
Telling fantastical stories,
My sleepy head tripping over the details
But in line with the nuance.
She prattles like a caffeinated sage,
Wisdom seeping out of jumbled phrases,
Bits of stories, weaving together
Her dreams, desires, realities.
It’s all the same,
She speaks her life.
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