My Little Green Horse
allow me to explain the entry below
years ago I worked within domestic violence
one late night a victim entered the shelter
I was on duty so we sat had a cup of tea and talked
I will never forget the night or woman who was an actual artist
before my eyes my little green horse was born
she drew me a horse out of love and appreciation
truth be told it is I who appreciated her then and now
thank you
"my little green horse"
born within the midnight hour you appeared
starting over a conversation and a cup of tea
your creator eagerly had all her materials ready
in less than a blink of the eye you were born
born by a scrap paper green pencil and kind heart
your sculpture and I spoke quietly facts and truth
of life situations the future and present at hand
thanking me for assistance she graced me with talent
for all that was that fine night and moment in time
you remain my prize possession my little green horse
SkyWatcher
04-02-23
Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2023
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