He is small and curious
A little collection of brightly colored
Fallen things were in his hands last week
There was delight to have gotten
Green, red, yellow, and orange
From the grey world he found them in
Those were arms not long enough
To reach for them earlier in the year
There was delight when the pattering started
A dancing and ripple waves beneath him
Then there was squeals of joy
When glittering white fell down
There is peace and quiet
Expect for children running,
Throwing balls of white
And falling into softness
To make figures of hope and joy
About the Creator
Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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