Glorious Glitter

Glitter is powered by magic,
It’s the only way I can explain,
How you use glitter once,
And you tidy it up,
But it appears again and again.

Even the tiniest dusting of glitter,
Will reach all the crannies and nooks,
Reappearing weeks after
You used it,
To remind you how pretty it looks
When lining your favourite handbag,
Or sprinkled on carpets and throws.
You can hoover or dust,
With the greatest of care,
But the glitter just never quite goes.

One day I’ll be grateful of glitter,
When my children have both flown the nest,
I will look at the
Glorious glitter
And remember the times I loved best.