Wednesday, September 17, 2008

River Child


She is a river that I
cannot wade through;

too deep are it's currents
which lead to the sea,

and all of the dreams I
could never imagine
birthed in her the moment birth
pulled her
from me

I sit on her shore
and I watch as the water
laps playfully
carelessly
dodging my feet



She rushes ahead,
strong and sure,
and I hope
that she'll wave
once her river and ocean
tides meet


(She is a river that I
cannot wade through;
too deep are it's currents
which lead to the sea
and all of the dreams I
could never imagine
birthed in her the moment
birth pulled her
from me.
I sit on her shore,
and I watch as the water
laps playfully,
carelessly,
dodging my feet
She rushes ahead,
strong and sure and I
hope
that she'll wave once her
river and ocean
tides meet)


10 comments:

It aint all about the cabinets said...

I love it - and it reminds me so much of when we were dating and you would read me your poems... and then had to explain them to me while I was just like, "huh?"

sara said...

So beautiful!! You get to take credit for that??

She's a lovely girl!

T Time said...

Michelly, It is beautiful. You are such an artist! Thanks for sharing that. Christi is going to be so blessed by this as she grows.

vic-a-la said...

that is beautiful, belley!
and d - i felt the same way...but i think i get this one and i love it!

DeAnna said...

That is very sweet!

Val said...

Awwww how cute! Kristi must love her poem and post dedicated to her.

Vickie Musni said...

That's awesome...I wish I could write stuff like that. Someone should put those lyrics to music!

vic-a-la said...

ready for another blog fix...come on , belley, your fans are waiting! nothing to read last night, nothing new this morning...boo hoo :-(.
happy friday!

Dan said...

Ah! I didn't realize you were blogging - thanks for the comment on my hair blog entry and I shall add your blog here to the blogs I regularly look at. See you Sunday!

Dan

Brian said...

I love how you revel in your daughters individuality, how you celebrate her dreams, how you stand in awe of the woman she'll some day become.