It doesn’t matter if you forget
the positions of stars in the night sky;
the delicate pattern of freckles on your skin
is a map of constellations from which I will sing
fairy tales, nursery rhymes and lullabies
to the music of the galaxies.
Kim M. Russell, 24th June 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: It Doesn’t Matter, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Kerry says that the object of this challenge is to write a poem of between one and twelve lines, in a form of our choice, and our point of departure is the line: “It doesn’t matter” from ‘Come, Come, Whoever You Are’ by Rumi.
I have visited my daughter and grandson this weekend. I took him a baby glockenspiel and wrote this for him.