I am the poem goddess and

I dance on feathered visions,

fly above my little self

and send down birdsong wisdom.

“One day you’ll be a goddess

full of dancing, feathered visions,

you will be a poem song,

a strong and brilliant woman.”

When her hazel eyes get wide

I know that she has listened.

My songs live inside her heart,

she feels the goddess rhythm.

©Angela Bigler 2018

photo credit: amber10_79 Angel Baby via photopin (license)