the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Arianna Deligianni - One Poem

Grace
 
Her ginger curls in the Sun,
flames on fire.
Her freckles,
spatters of molten 
chocolate,
on her milky face.

Grace
was her name.

Her ember eyes,
searching,
on the beach,
her hands,
so small and tender
building castles,
home to her dreams
that came not to pass.

I remember her,
as she would want me to.
A little princess,
with Muzzy in her hands...
God, she'd never let that teddy go...

Forever
she will hold
innocence
and bliss,
that I 
no longer behold.
Forever shining
that smile on her face,

Grace

was her name.