Seed of This Poet
My mom said I had quite an imagination,
and it was true- I could pretend for long hours;
my make believe time I think was to disappear,
I could create quite the fantasy in my mind.
Becoming the sweet Princess beguiling the Prince,
my teddy bears and my dolls all had parts to play_
Oh, these flights of fancy were the seed of this poet !
June 23, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Seed of This Poet
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1262-466-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the PREMIER contest, It's Only Make Believe
sponsor, Regina Fiddle
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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