The keys have gone missing
for days now
when time allowed us a single moment of repose
which we took without hesitation
in order to lock ourselves up
in solitude.
Now we find ourselves unable to breathe
even a word of it
as we push against the rusty hinges,
waiting for the door to crack
so that we may escape the burden
of secrecy.
My daughter is in bed with me right now, a bit bothered by the lightning. So I showed her the picture and asked her to tell me about what she sees…I’m picking out the gems of her story:
There’s an elf locked behind this door of green
actually many elves
cleaning up a secret mess
hiding from Santa
But Santa has the key
tucked in his pocket
and sneaks in to help
then gathers them all for a ride in his sleigh
They fly to the village
on the eve of Christmas
presents awaiting the trees
for a morning of joy & surprise
The keys have gone missing
for days now
when time allowed us a single moment of repose
which we took without hesitation
in order to lock ourselves up
in solitude.
Now we find ourselves unable to breathe
even a word of it
as we push against the rusty hinges,
waiting for the door to crack
so that we may escape the burden
of secrecy.
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My daughter is in bed with me right now, a bit bothered by the lightning. So I showed her the picture and asked her to tell me about what she sees…I’m picking out the gems of her story:
There’s an elf locked behind this door of green
actually many elves
cleaning up a secret mess
hiding from Santa
But Santa has the key
tucked in his pocket
and sneaks in to help
then gathers them all for a ride in his sleigh
They fly to the village
on the eve of Christmas
presents awaiting the trees
for a morning of joy & surprise
Nice. I love the inspiration of the young mind.
Kevin