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…