How could a child name Angelita Celestine
not feel like royalty: Her Highness the Queen?
Bordering on angelic, Angelita could charm,
the hairs and freckles off her Daddy's arms.
Celestial child converts to quite heavenly;
angelic conduct, performing to please.
The musical name rolls of a silken tongue,
its sweet notes, just waiting to be sung.
Every celestial star would shine from her eyes,
as angel wings carried her through velvet skies.
Wondrous watching as she sleeps,
tender kisses on her cheeks.
Constellations dance in her dreams.
Slumber on, Angelita Celestine.
A contest entry
- I Challenge You! by SomeoneBearyDear.
500 points, ended May 24, 2009, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very well done!
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