She Is Unaware
colors galore
came from her magic pen
in paisleys and plaids
kaleidoscope of prints and fashions.
she was unaware
just throwing things onto a page
not seeing the magic others saw
it was the beauty of what kept her poems honest
she flavored many reader's days
And sometimes their weeks,
without ever realizing the glory of her words,
how mystical her pen was or how talented she was
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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