Freya’s Favorite — by Unma Jajodia

Like a sprinkle of cheers,
For a young one gone too far,
I was sent in the month of asters,
Born being a star.

Tuned with the power of two,
I’m known as bucky’s pet,
I must be having spesh,
For being Freya’s favorite.

Big deal, I had an oopsy,
A moment that felt like doom,
With a new dawn tomorrow,
Anew I shall bloom.

And thus shall begin,
The snuggly season of spring,
With purity of dove,
Warmth of a mother’s love,
Unending joy shall seek in.

Giving me the vigor,
To pursue the contrasts,
Open up in the morning,
By night I shall pass.

-Unma Jajodia