Priscilla is a warm bowl of oatmeal—
sturdy, nourishing, and exactly right—
with raisins, butter, and just enough sweet
to soften even the coldest morning.
She’s a flourishing bunch of flowers,
thriving steadily among withering weeds
and primitive rocks—
sure of her place, sure of her purpose.
A life size doll—crafted with care,
not fragile, but finely made,
dressed with calm, steady hands and purpose.
She’s a lighthouse—
not just a symbol, but a guide.
Rooted deep in the rock,
shining clearly no matter the waves.
A beautiful, magic princess fairy, yes—
but descended from warriors.
She wears her sparkle with purpose
and walks her path as if it’s already built.
clr 2011