Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
I'm such a mess in disarray:
I had a very,
Airborne over glacial jumps;
Spinning round without control;
A barrel roll.
Snowy white from head to toe;
The hill was tall. The run was swift.
(The climb was rough;
No tow...no lift)
Today my childlike joy did wake.
Tomorrow I will,