(my Corona) -2u

Poem By Theodora (Theo) Onken

I want for nothing
But buttercups
The illume of
The afternoon
When the sun
Is due South
To be carried
'Cross meadows
Summer sweet
With Rhubarb and
Berries of varied
Colours picked
Laid ever so gently
In my basket
Bathed in the sweet
Honey Comb
Of The Bee
To be serenaded
By the Songbirds
In the trees
This honor is bestowed
Upon me
As i delight in dreamy
Flowers-yes flowers
Are an absolute must
But only fresh picked
Will do
Picked near a valley
Filled to the full
Perhaps the Daffodil
And it's e'er Golden Hue
Absolute magic surrounds
Me now
I ask for nothing more
As i want for none
God's gifts have been
And my life is nearly done
I have wake up calls
From: The Light
I bathe in it
Every night
For i shall not be
Pulled into the dark
As i remember
The call of the
Meadow Lark
Informing me
That day has arrived
Broken hearted
My love
I shall survive

Comments about (my Corona) -2u

Thank you so very much, Andy. May God Bless and keep you! Theo
Oh my this is wonderful Theo, just beautiful from start to finnish... Alas the score can only be ten, it desreves to be ten times ten...

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