While most kids enjoy their box of toys
My inner child’s pride is a treasure trove of words
I love to admire, touch and fondle them
I play with their different finishes
Some are soft and shiny, some are dull
I prefer the ones that are translucent
The pearly ones are wonderful
Some are precious and semi-precious
Some are hurtful, others soothing
Some imprison, others liberate
Some words are dense and cold
While others as gentle as a whisper
Some reflect elation and infinity
My treasure trove of words is bottomless
I am a playful princess proudly wearing my tiara
Wealthy beyond imagination