Anya

A Poem for My Little Girl

My daughter sings her own tune, and looks to make sure you are listening

She traipses through mud in her carefully selected outfit, sloshing up stains

Her four year old mind seems to outsmart my older one, time to time

And she always wants to run outside whenever it rains

 

My daughter's smile could brighten my groggiest Monday morning

Her hand in mine gives me a comfort, a feeling of peace and belonging.

That four year old taught me how to love dancing, you know

And she hugs me so tight I lose my breath, when I've been crying

 

You know, I never wonder, if she's going to turn out alright

Sometimes, a mother can see the future, I hope

She doesn't know how to write yet, but she has marked her place in my heart

My little girl- a creature of love,wisdom, beauty- a beacon of light

 

 

 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

"And she always wants to run outside whenever it rains..."

I'm the same way! What a beautiful piece captured in cyberspace for such a pretty girl with a pretty name!

My best,
Kelly

[Treasaigh (The Solitar..]

(She doesn't know how to write yet, but she has marked her place in my heart)

Such sweet, tender words of endearment=) Very very precious write=)

[Dirk]

This is a beautiful poem, honey. You convey, above all, the intensity of your love for Anya, and that truly makes this a wonderful poem to read. I envision all of her behaviors, that you have described , every time I read this poem. She also knows how to say, "Run, Duck! Run!" LOL! We also don't want to forget: "Kizz, why you do dat?!"