Verna Cannon Softly Slaying Dragons
long before i was the grain of an idea you were radiating
warmth in large doses everywhere you watched, stirring
two pots boiling over right before your very eyes two
vines grew in spirals from your hands, bearing a
resemblance and kind of like a boomerang you threw me out
of sight knowing i'd be hurtling right back to you sipped
like fine wine these moments gratify more and more as
both of us grow older and more alike stop and gather me
up as this messy life is spilling from my grasp you're in
my mind, and you're telling me it's never wrong to cry
and if i'm kind, you shoud know where i learned to be and
if i'm brave, watching you softly slaying dragons made
that possible for me
