Her hair sweeps across one eye
with a pony ride and a kiss goodnight
her long legs run, on a tummy tickle
a Beana Bird and a Maddy Pickle
her heart is beating with a million “I love yous”
Brown sugar oatmeal
and new monster high shoes
her eyes hand you faith, trust,
purpose and hope
With all the times you said “sure”,
when your mom mind said “nope”.
Her ideas rush like Nymph Falls
Swirling, twirling and singing,
Won’t ever stop, this is just the beginning.
She’s still looking at me, now and then,
like a queen
But those days are numbered
like the countdown to pre-teens..
This girl is my heart, my soul, and my mirror
the moments we make will create who you see here.
i see her there
in my reflection
The moment passing
going no direction
just knowing I am changed
Moments we don’t move forward,
Moments we hoard like Halloween candy~
Moments we feel deeply, as they are etched into our skin like a tattoo~
Like a comic into smoothly pressed silly putty~
The slow motion rumblings as you are being peeled away from this perfect comic ~
Shaken by time ~
Pushing you from the delicately portioned ease into the next unknown~
We are going to be changed ~
Every future moment mixed with blended bits of yesterday’s ink.