Sun and rain ravage her wind tossed hair,
jet black strands smooth as onyx glass.
Silken threads like kitten's fur,
new as morning dew on grass.
A child, yet grown, eyes intent,
round with wonder, bright with fire.
Her night brings monsters, malcontents
wreaking havoc in dreamland's mire.
Ruled by demons dangerous dark,
audacious lies we can do without.
Perdition's putrid stench arises
ignoring famine, flood and drought.
An omen for tomorrow?
Resist the slippery slope.
Stand together against oblivion,
build barricades of hope.
The future waits. We can save one another.
Honor the Earth for she is our mother.
Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See links to her on-line stories on the publications page.
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