Oliver
The wiggle, waddle
The excitement of your life!
You cannot stand still
Sluggish morning
Pouring myself in
Fitting into the crevices
Of the morning flow
Chai
Rain on he window
Steam rising from my tea cup
the scent of warm leaves
mingled with sweet, strong spices
warm hands, even in the cold
Color on My Lips
A little color on my lips
and I’m ready, now, to go
With a gentle swing to my hips
A little color on my lips
for comfort and courage to sew
to face the world with a glow
A little color on my lips
And I’m ready, now, to go
