Some drug induced poetry

I love sleeping. I love to cuddle up under the blankets, roll myself into a heap and snore away! But after sleeping for 16 hours straight to try and shake off a horrible spring flu I am done! I could not sleep for 1 minute more! So instead I dragged myself halfway out of bed and got creative - all while under the influence of a number of flu medications...

On the Wings of an Eagle

An angel spoke to me last night,
I heard him whisper through the trees. 

Upon the wings of eagle’s flight, 

His message came to me 

He said: “There is a child for you,

being Created as I speak. 

With eyes of emerald green (or brown or blue), 

and a dimple on the cheek.” 

He said that it might take some time,
to Create this lovely child. 

I asked him when this child will be mine, 

(I presumed) he shook his head and smiled. 

He said: “Be patient and let nature run its course.

On a special day when the eagle soar, 

this child will be yours. 

To keep within your arms and heart, 

                          forevermore”. 

                                                                                 ©Juanita