From the puny little hairy thing
that you once were
Not mine, and still so mine
in your frail bodily frame.
You surprised me then
and you surprise me now…
Your curious eyes looking askance
so innocent, yet awash with mellowness
unassuming, unfaltering, steadfast
they’re not the eyes of a little girl.
Articulate with your words
in your own earthy way
your stir some strings,
seated deep within my soul
I see you not in the present
For you’re not of the present
You lead me on
to a future yet unknown –
a future holding promises of hope
of ambrosial tranquility.
Every moment I think of you
I can close my eyes with a smile
and rest in your tender embrace…