SILVER SAUCERS
What a shell wants
I skirted silver saucers, The wind flirting with my hair, My wrinkles enjoying my red lipstick. Shells greeted me along the shoreline, Wondering whether they might hitch a ride To a faraway place, Come live with me, Safe forever. We will remind you of this moment, They said, earnestly, As though I needed persuading.
Cesca, you look so beautiful and happy there.
I love this Francesca and it does look like a place for which you won’t need reminders 🙂