She dances with hangers while I do the ironing
whirling and twirling, Imagination her muse
A wire-winged butterfly, flitting and flirting
Sister Golden Hair sprung from some old song
I smooth the wrinkles in fabric and mind
praying and pondering the pixie in view
A wire-winged butterfly, flitting and flirting
Sister Golden Hair sprung from some old song
She wears pajamas and a fancy red coat
catching and keeping Joy in the room
A wire-winged butterfly, flitting and flirting
Sister Golden Hair sprung from some old song
WomanNeverSleeps 
write on, dear R.those little curly blonde ones are especially inspiring…..i know.