Reblogged from Jane Doughterty Writes… a wish that holds true for any child of the heart.
A blessing, for the dverse prompt.
I would see you fly on white swan’s wings
to where your dreams glow burnished blue.
I would have you roll in dusky clouds
of scented rose and balmy winds.
I would give you all my heart’s desire
for I have no need of more than this.
For you, my last born, last wish, starfall,
I’d give you worlds of gentleness
and strength to heal and mend
the broken things that touch your heart.
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