The Woman Emerging in You

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glimpse a chink in your childhood that will recede and return recede and return until you’ll no longer remember the simplicity of girlhood and opt for the blue pill of responsibility.Our feet are the same size now and this I find strangely comforting, as though you’re catching up to something you knew had been there all along.I sway like the crowns of poplars in a storm, rooted in my love for you, trusting you’ll find your way in this world of dead ends and blind alleys, find your way to love.I sweep wisps of hair from your eyes. I gaze upon the wisdom of all women who inhabit the soul within and see the woman emerging in you.<div id="9f44" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/blessed-be-the-dust-35d34ecdecaf">

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A poem for my daughter

I see the woman emerging in you in the smooth cut of your waist, in the delicate sharpness of your jaw, the lips that purse in amusement — the very same that will kiss a boy one day

and in that instant, you’ll glimpse a chink in your childhood that will recede and return recede and return until you’ll no longer remember the simplicity of girlhood and opt for the blue pill of responsibility.

Our feet are the same size now and this I find strangely comforting, as though you’re catching up to something you knew had been there all along.

I sway like the crowns of poplars in a storm, rooted in my love for you, trusting you’ll find your way in this world of dead ends and blind alleys, find your way to love.

I sweep wisps of hair from your eyes. I gaze upon the wisdom of all women who inhabit the soul within and see the woman emerging in you.

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