Little Aubrey

This is a sneak peak of ONE of the paintings and poems in my book that will be getting published called Stitches of Poetry.

Little Aubrey

From the milky way train she flew
Then landed on the ground.
Her gown a mess, she lost her shoe,
She sits without a sound.

The sun was winking at the site
As it hid behind the mountain top.
The evening star was shining bright,
While moon beam tickled her toes ticklish spot.

Be careful not to let her trick you
When she sits so quietly,
For when she finally finds her shoe,
She'll dance and sing delightfully.

Her wings will flutter as she flys
Above the honeysuckle.
Then little Aubrey sings a lullaby,
For little baby Tuckle.