Creating a Whisper of a Wisp

Little feet sleepwalk on the hardwood floor between worlds creating a whisper of a wisp as they run. Childhood laughter hides in every corner haunting me. How I would die to see them again. How I would give my soul to see them whole.

The Kingdom You Made, I Protect

Look at all these little ones

Made from me of you

Genetics run deep

Something I know you knew

The gift of the reader

The teller of stories

The passion of makers

They all hold your glory

We are your kinship

Although not worth your day

Your kingdom is here

I protect what you slay