MissLisara

Each of the raindrops on the window is a pool of stars, Each containing its own perfect nebulas and constellations a thousand times in miniature, An entire universe contained in a single cloud-drop. Outside, the world rushes by at eighty miles an hour. Inside, my children squeal and bet on which galaxies will be destroyed first. If they only knew. I shouldn't be doing this. I gave Liza her princess party, her dress of frothy, fake tulle, Her glittering glass tiara and shiny plastic teacups, Her imaginary castle for the day. She smiled at me with two front teeth gone, Beaming as she ran around with Harry, her one-eyed stuffed koa