She is a river that I
cannot wade through;
which lead to the sea,
could never imagine
birthed in her the moment birth
pulled her
from me
and I watch as the water
laps playfully
carelessly
dodging my feet
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:
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?"
So beautiful!! You get to take credit for that??
She's a lovely girl!
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.
that is beautiful, belley!
and d - i felt the same way...but i think i get this one and i love it!
That is very sweet!
Awwww how cute! Kristi must love her poem and post dedicated to her.
That's awesome...I wish I could write stuff like that. Someone should put those lyrics to music!
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!
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
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.
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