I majored in Creative Writing (Poetry to be exact). Does anyone write or read poetry anymore? Well, here's hoping a few of you do because when I was awake at 3:30 am with a kvetchy baby last night, this vision of my new/old locket popped into my sleepless mind.
I made this locket for myself but Sheppie thinks its his.
Something special for he and his brother. OK Sheppiedoodle, mommy says you can pocket my locket. For now.
Blogs can't happen any faster right now. I wish they could. But words will forever be on my mind.
I found a photo for a locket.
Cut it out and squished the snug angles
and edges into the pocket locket grooves.
A smirk and a smile,
upside down, 'saying cheese' faces
fitting so tight --
right into this golden locket.
Silver dollar sized,
this locket fits purely
sitting in my pocket.
Shiny and stamped,
our locket is ready to click and open
here with you looking up at me.