Little Darlings
I met her in a bar in Trinidad,
a mother to the sisterhood of three.
Sweet darling girls what merry fun we had
and what sweet memories of you and me!
Madame Estrella, a tongue like a sword,
and Miss Heidi glamour puss in turn rolled
the tumbling dice on the ludo game board
with rainbows and treasures and hearts of gold.
And sweet shy Gypsy up on Cotton Hill
wise beyond early years on me impress,
little barmaids my glass and soul did fill -
I miss your good grace, love, and youthfulness.
One day I’ll return and the dice we’ll spin,
and for the last call at Pelican Inn.
Written: March 1993
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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