This is a poem I wrote and recited at my mom's memorial.
|Magical Spree From The Heart
If I had a magic divan,
I'd take you on a spree.
We'd see lands on our travel plan,
Both real and imaginary.
Through clouds of softness we would fly,
Kissed by the sun's warm glow.
The birds would sing a lullaby,
As sweet and as pure as fresh snow.
Since I do not have magic things
To show us lands apart,
There's just one thing that can have wings...
That's the love for you in my heart.