To think I could be invisible
relieved from this pall of doom
Dressed in a mass of veils –
and adorn the skies
and drenched in heaven’s pearls.
To go where divine ball-gowns are made
with silver lining corsets,
with stitches – the thinnest threads of sparkling stars.
How I would be tickled pink –
to wear a cloud someday.
Ama Danesi is the author of the upcoming inspiring book "Consider The Promise - Helping your Unique Child Find Their Purpose.“ She has an MBA, an M.A. in Humanities, and careers in banking and administration in corporate Nigeria and America. Ama enjoys her family and life in beautiful, sunny California and blogs at amadanesi.com.
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