POETRY

Girl

For my daughter

Hair dancing upon the wind Dripping down beyond her shoulders when still And the shadows move across her face Pausing briefly over her eyes before the light hits them again and they cast a glint of sun my way

She moves with a grace reserved for castles But lives nothing of such stature From deep within, beyond our reach of knowing And in it, she grows

She talks of pain and hurt Her smile warming the space around her From whence comes the ache she knows too well Her world, a mosaic of love, pieces fixed firmly, and apart

A child, a teacher of those of tired years Throwing freedom Chasing energy into the corners Finding home anywhere but

But, home is her, home is here Where her hair dances upon the wind of my breath And the ache is calm And the smile is warm

And in her, I grow, and cry, and bleed souls For she is life and living And music plays for her to dance And I live in her for only this

To touch the light she burns I am engulfed in her scent And forever at her feet, and touching her back, and holding her hand, and stroking her face For she is mine