Visit To Grandma

Have you ever woken up feeling like a kid With angels dropping cotton candy on your soul When knocks on doors reveal no steps in snow And shooting stars have white beards and presents? I get lost sometimes under goose feathers and it feels good, Broken speakers squeak Christmas Carols There are no clocks on walls, only the rhythm of pine logs in the fireplace It smells of the forest I used to fly with horses, No saddles, no hats, no shoes, no wolves... Just practicing tying my shoelaces and sitting up straight for life... I watch her reflection secretly pray in a room made especially for us... * It's warm, pupils - two mirrors of colorful lights on a plastic tree... www.scripca.com Iolanda Scripca copyright 2010