Slowly, I am starting to disappear.
I'm getting smaller every day.
I've lost my fingers and my toes, my dear.
Soon all you'll see, is a sun ray.
If you could disappear like Harry Potter with an invisibility cloak, what would you do? Can you write a poem about that today?
So sorry I'm late, I had internet problems. But it looks like I've got that fixed now so we should get back on track shortly. In the meantime--Write On! Keep the passion for poetry alive.