‘a poem for my daughter (someday to read)’
maybe someday you’ll recall how sentimental
i used to get but i couldn’t help it, especially
knowing your hand wouldn’t be quite as small
in my own anymore. maybe you’ll remember the
nights i read to you, and i did my best to make
all your books come alive. you thought i used magic—
it was only because your subtle grace
allowed me to build your kingdom in the sky. forever
my sweet little princess—
you left me bowing at your feet, wrapped around
your fingers and toes and you knew it.
it seems like yesterday that we lay, head to head
upon your pillow. you’d ask if your room would
grow dark soon as we watched dusk brush soft hues
across the walls;
i was always lost inside your inner sun
blinded by your beautiful.
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