Scribbles in verse and prose
A mother's musings on family, life, and Heavenly Father's tender mercies.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
Goodnight
Sun lies to sleep.
Pulling a cover of blue over
sheets of purple and pink.
Moon blinks yellow face,
as he rises from the mountains.
“Wait, don’t go.”
He calls to sun.
“I just got here.”
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