Residential Facility

By Iolanda Scripca

 

Tranquility in a field of wafting wild flowers

Tired eyelashes feel you skip by

You tickle me with lilting daisies

I hear you whisper giggles in my ear

I dream I open my eyes

You are so proud of

your lavender little dress

Dulcet happiness...

I feel a fragrant splendor in the breeze

Playful curly blond hair blissfully makes me smile

It's getting late, my little girl, I need to say... "Good Bye!"...

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An eloquent voice through a loudspeaker ends another day, the last one...

Lights out!