I fall in love with most of my poems right after I write the first draft. In a day or two I can start editing. Some of them make me smile every time I reread them. This is one. I am happy to share this moment with you.
Saturday Morning At Blue Bottle
Out with her Dad, the little girl sits
on the windowsill
gleefully eating her yogurt,
attired in a gauzy Elsa dress.
Between spoonfuls she finally looks up,
(and up),
to see our 6 foot 5 inch Valerie
wrapped in her beloved Frozen blanket,
just standing, waiting
for her oat latte and waffle.
The blanket, and Valerie,
and the little girl, are dressed
in the same Disney blue, pink and purple,
with snowflakes.
I see the moment when their eyes meet.
The young one recognizes
a fellow fan and they both smile.
For a second, it is snowing.
Heather Saunders Estes 