There is a sprinkle of glitter
On the surface of my coffee.
I consider it Pixie Dust,
Smile to myself
And drink a little magic.
My soup on the stove has a bit of a shimmer;
A random fairy touch I can’t explain.
And she’s asleep in her car seat,
Glitter twinkling on her cheek,
Dreaming little girl dreams,
she doesn’t care.
Nor is she aware
My heart is tangled in her hair.