Big enough for a child
To crawl inside,
Big enough for an imagination
to hide.
I'll take my dreams
And thoughts
And plans,
Each one a colored ribbon,
A silky strand,
Plucked from my head.
I'll drop them in
Watch them mix
And knot
And blend
Into a messy ball.
These are the treasures
Not coins
Or shiny jewels.
My jar is large.
Big enough for an imagination
Like ours.
I think someone should illustrate this. :-)
ReplyDeleteI started one last night, but I didn't have time to finish it. Maybe I'll get to it later today. We shall see...
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