Their Gift, (c) 2021 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
The butterflies float in as if on wings of a dream
Gentle, colorful, flying free.
The dragons are solid and walk in with a smile, golden-eyed, shaking their scaly tails…they are strong protectors, ready to defend.
We try to forget that we sit behind screens and talk through masks, I envision a magical landscape of pretend.
The moonbeams are also here to inspire as a muse, shining in the dark…never to be invisible, for they would refuse. Quiet and calm, yet a source of light.
The shining stars are here, tranquil or verbal, they will not be smothered, you can’t dampen their might
They keep us all awake and make the future landscape bright.
A busy, inspired, challenged Middle School teacher navigating a pandemic landscape.