To Be Embroidered on Life’s Quilt
“A caution to everybody: beware,”
Said the crusader’s wife, with a sip of her wine.
“Of a lady who thinks she’s thirty, but isn’t there.
Come on in, the madness is fine.”
“No doctor’s today, thank you,”” she said,
“First child…second child, the chaos is sweet,”
With a children’s party swirling in her head.
“As fleas in the garden dance on tiny feet.”
“Adventures beckon… Always marry the girl,
An imaginary flea with me once debated,
Bankers are rich, but life’s true gem is a pearl…
and further reflections on life are fated.”
“Oh, to be odd! Nothing makes me sicker,
But listen…look what you did! Take heed,
lines indited with depravity bleed thicker.
Life’s quilt is stitched by moments and need.”
“And so, in introspective reflection,
I do, I will, I have—it’s true,
My dream hums with odd perfection.
Goody for our side, and your side too.”
“The morning prayers are said, quiet yet bold,
As life’s patchwork stories are carefully told.”
WoPoLi 
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