Honey

Saturday, 31 August 2013

Poem j's she


There was j's she who was a girl inside
but had grown a little more.
She had grey strips in her hair
and few lines on her face
but she was still fond of calling  
her boy with sweet names.
She still liked to play games
and yearned to make a better score.
Her steps still rose on lively tunes
and her lips still sang rock n roll 
She still wished to touch clear sky
like cloud liked to fly 
and longed to go with j on shore.
There was j's she who loved j's tender soul.