Poem: Face Time With Corinne

Face Time With Corinne

Her flighty phone catches the sky,
A nest up high
That’s just been made –
I wouldn’t trade

This tour with her for anything,
This day in spring;
This child’s delight –
God, hold her tight.

This journey ‘round the happy yard,
A greeting card;
A little girl
Who loves her world.

                              by Jane Rockwell

Note:  This is a “Minute” poem (60 syllables)