Secrets
Pssst…
sweet cherub,
may I borrow your wings?
Oh, no, my Mother would be angry.
Can you teach me to swim in the pond, little frog?
Oh no, your lovely wings would be covered in mud!
Could you take me to fly in the heavens?
Oh no, I am not allowed to carry a soul.
Will you share your lily pad with me?
Oh no, for surely you will make us sink.
Well, little green, what if I use my wings;
and holding you in my arms,
we float above the water?
Oh yes! How grand that would be.
You, dangling your cherub toes in the pool
and I jump in to swim ’round your feet!
Oh delight! Mother said I would make
friends here on Earth.
Are you my friend?
Please say it is true.
Of course! I wished you
here on the shooting star.
It shone on my pond
and here you are!
No, little green. Here WE are.
We shall play on earth till our bodies are spent,
then soar to the heavens from whence I was sent.
then soar to the heavens from whence I was sent.
To welcome us home will
be my dear Mother.
Ahhh, such sweet promise, my winged brother….
Cheryl Kp
copyright photo and poetry
2014
Tropical Affair 
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