You're the Apple of My Eyes
Does here and there observing pink
cause little girls to stop and think
as angels that what they must do,
though daughters, is be mommies too?
How precious worn upon their clothes
are hugs and kisses we impose
they see as gifts that they receive
of love entrusted they believe...
...that they in turn must also share
with every doll and teddy bear
that they embrace -- not simply hold --
to offer wisdom they unfold...
...in role so often they'll reprise
with "You're the apple of my eyes".
Portly Bard: Old man.
Prefers to craft with sole intent
of verse becoming complement...
...and by such homage being lent...
ideally also compliment.
The Ekphrastic Review
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