Her name was la la

Her name was La La
she never lived
only dreamt;
of joy
flying in lamps
like paper
floating in air
La la
never smiled at noon
or at the bright morn
but as after-day nears
perky bubbles burst
all around her face
La la
never spoke
but sang out
her dreams
of happy life;
cozy cottages
pretty gardens
bath at springs
Vacation in Venice
then Virginia
a random guy in Vegas
A date in Dubai
first kiss in Seoul
marriage on the Pacific
honeymoon in Paris
Home in Florida
Two gorgeous babies
and a life-full of smiles

But she died
before summer
in the poorest home

© Oluwatobi Moremi