Molly Lori
Eternal waves, cascade for days
Sun dried and free, they frame her face
Twirls and spins, cinnamon skin
Sky blue eyes, magnetic grin
To the T, my mini me
But more than I could hope to be
Angelic, sweet, glitter tipped feet
If I’m a song, she’s my beat
She shows me grace, that feels misplaced
In my heart, she fills, a broken space
The belle of the ball, though, still small
My Molly Lori, she has it all
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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