Write Their Days Enchanted

 

My daughter says

the children always

bear my scent

when they return,

a sort of story

on their skin.

And so I walk the aisles

spraying paper strips

too small to hold a verse

but heady.

Beautiful

Happy

Sensuous

Love

Blue

and Red 

Flower, Fleur,  Poppy.

Ah! 

Enchanted. 

We'll spray their days

Enchanted,

Let's write their lives

Enchanted,

as childhood

ought to be.