Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
Of late, I'd been a little dreary,
A wee bit teary.
Darkness falling fast and grim;
Light I had,
Was growing dim.
Daylight short, no time to lose;
Quickly I would,
Have to choose...
Sit in darkness, or ESCAPE...
I wrapped my body and my soul:
(A job for one