The emerging writer sees the world clearly
through deep blue eyes
Deep in thought she bites her pen
then writes a poem that pleases her
What shall we call it Grandpa?
Sweet Green Kiss he says, and she smiles
The old grandfather sees the little girl with the lovely smile
He sees a source of joy that burst with dancing and love
So much joy that she must paint her mouth with the green color of spring
– She prefer permanent markers
The emerging writer sees the world clearly
through deep blue eyes
Deep in thought she bites her pen
then writes a poem that pleases her
What shall we call it Grandpa?
Sweet Green Kiss he says, and she smiles
The old grandfather sees the little girl with the lovely smile
He sees a source of joy that burst with dancing and love
So much joy that she must paint her mouth with the green color of spring
– She prefer permanent markers
A very big green smile to you and yours – happy springtime!
Hvad mon hun har været ved at smage på?!?
Hun synes lige at munden skulle farves. Det der er tilbage på billedet er resterne efter intensiv vask.
🙂