Saturday, January 30

to you before this world.

You little, little woman
Smiling so much and happy all
What did you dream,
When you passed through that curtain,
Passing it over like a veil rent
And running
Like no one can
Rush and your father,
Surprised this love can hold so much
In your grin at your every smile-
Or how much you may be lifted off this world
Then feel the air swing around,
as only a bird can
in her dear moments of depression;
You take it in, this life with swoops of joy
Unfailing catching you, he records them
For later, his girl happy.
You move head towards the chest,
A slight touch all your affection
Pencilled at only his heart
There are then, just you and him.