“She’ll grow into it, give her time”
The hand-me-downs she wore like billowing faith and
the bike she pedaled standing, could never sit and coast but
magically she grew into her own
Self; assured, knowing
Someday within reach until
This turned a little darker than I think Linda Lee was hoping for with her prompt of “Magic” for d’Verse Pub for Poets’ Monday Quadrille. I go where the prompt leads. I am glad to be writing and to be among writers. Cheers to the Pub.