Saturday, December 23, 2006

StacEy Frost

She burns the ice frost from the ground
She turns ice crystals into Krystal Castles
She puts Rosey onto my cheeks
She puts strength into the meek
She reminds, through the grey cold
there are sunny tomorrows
She is MY StacEy Marie
Virgin mother of hope, strength and defiance

You are the measure of my dreams


Blogger Blue Girl said...

Thank you Honey.

9:29 AM  

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