OctoPoMo #27 My Happy Ending
Snuggled in a blanket I sit,
My arms wrapped around you.
I smell the sweet scent of your soft wispy hair
And I caress it for a moment
As I read the stories once read to me.
Ancient words, now new once more,
Spoken with love
And heard with a sense of wonder.
What fanciful thoughts dance in your head
As you hear the tales from long ago?
Stories of winged beings,
A mother’s love,
And the birth of a baby boy.