You were so small
when you showed me your hands
with your fingernails
painted silver.
How you smiled
so proudly
as I showed you
my toes
to match.
Little dream one, I know this—
your hands
are meant to write me,
my midnights
blue-dark
but ribboned with silver linings.
© 2024 Jennifer Wagner
This prompt at Poets and Storytellers United came at the perfect time. I recently had this silver-themed dream and had been intending to write a poem about it.