magical night
The razzle and dazzle of the playground was super fine
Fireworks popped and sizzled way past the skyline
The moon gave a wink, and the sun came to play
It was the most glorious of the best of every Tuesday
swirls and whirls in the sky lifted our hearts tall
We swinged up so high, most humans would fall
we had been blessed with Godmother’s pixie dust
No way we were falling, enjoying ourselves on the cusp
My companion was my brother, he was filled with glee
He said “call me silly, I don’t care, Sister She!”
It was a magical night, where everything fell into place
We accepted this fantasy, full of appreciation and grace.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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