Millicent
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Millicent, hair of sunlight and cinnamon,
soft skin, powder scent,
freckles, rosy cheeks, and fleeting amusement.
Behind curtains and furniture, chased by the hound in waves of laughter
she runs round and round, hound coming after.
A faithful hound, her constant
companion, lingers in a questionable expression,
he raise his ears and cocked his head as
he hears his name as a participant.
Millicent wrinkles her nose; her little lips began to quiver,
tears pool in her eyes soon shimmer evanescent,
a face of pure innocence.
In the corner Millicent sits,
a faithful hound beside his assistant.
Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand,
"I'm sorry I made a mess."
A predicament, she pulls on my hearts sentiment,
Millicent, my little girl so sweet and innocent.
5/26/2017
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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