12

 

Twelve were brought upon a whim

In service of the flame within

Twelve for eyes and skin so fair

It pierces heart to see her there

Twelve for lips that sweetly smile

To brighten life’s long path awhile

Twelve for tip toes across the room

Touch not the floor, but soul consume

Twelve for mind of flashing wit

An effervescence, a cavern lit

Twelve for sharing thoughts and cares

Up or down, laughter or tears

Twelve for spirit, the deepest well

In peaceful dreams may she ever dwell

 
 
 
 
copyright r.b.franklin 07/12/05
 
 
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