Worked out, an early morning,
And then rushed out the door,
And left a tattered yoga mat
Just sitting on the floor.
Came home twelve hours later
My granddaughter was there,
All two years old, who followed me
As I slumped in a chair.
She’d never seen the mat before,
But wide were soon her eyes:
She sprang upon it like a cat,
When, much to my surprise,
She sat crossed-legged on the mat
And rocked from side-to-side:
She pulled the front up in her hands,
And started on a ride.
For what to me was old, a thing
I’d not, in years, examined —
A flying carpet now to her,
And she was
Princess Jasmine
Beautiful!
Wheeeeee!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
I want a go. My turn!
Beautiful words.
Thanks for sharing.
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Love Alexa,
https://AlexaJade.co.uk