Picking up the pieces.
Scraps & leftovers
Piled together.
Strip and rip, cutting the edges
Arranging them on the background.
Time to piece everything together.
Like magnets jumping toward each other,
The words press down,
Glued with a firm grip.
The image is dressed in
A rose gown, and sent
Away, traveling miles
And into the hands & small wrists of
A kind face.
Good idea or poor experiment,
Only days may tell.
An answer comes within the week--
Bright, shining yellow
Folds of words,
Humor & warmth.