Beyond the Caged-Curtain,
awaits an unfolding world; for the
Mother and the Child.
The anticipation of an invited upcoming
creates a mirthful current;
together..with, tranquil currents.
When she touches the engraved flacon
of inherited fragrance; Soothing. Serene.
She smells it; intently
not a gaze, she could take in
with her Opaque eyes.
Howbeit, she sprays the scent
On wools; Yellow, White, Orange,
and Blue; like Skies.
Firm-Fingers carries works, of two,
and this equanimity gets wearying;
yet, uncovers the Door.
Cuddles the ‘Warm Tuque’ pieced with
Cherries and Sunflowers.
When they wittered and giggled
of her given aviary, She discerns scarcely;
She weaves Love. She weaves Life.
With worship and Middle-eye.