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