So, I'm still working on a poetry collection for a hotel in Cancun. I posted this poem from the work last week at my
blog, but thought I'd share it here as well.
Playful
The moon plays
hopscotch over the waves,
hide and seek
in the fluttering curtains,
and tags my daughter's cheek
with a glimmering kiss.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2009
Think of this poem as you kiss your totz tonight! Catch the full roundup at
Wild Rose Reader.