Monday, December 14, 2015

Our little baby bird

With eyes so round and gaping through galaxies
she balanced on the line of life and death
standing long legs and binding families
from before she took her first breath

she lives half in this realm and half in another
speaking truth and laughter
carried by the love of our mother
and the wit of our father

her little giggle brightens up rooms
and her thoughts confuse theologians 
in spring her named flower blooms
and in fright she fights like trojans 

she’ll spout creativity like it’s air
and roam like a child free in the night
with long blonde locks of hair
she constantly battles fright

she has seen and still sees the evil of this world
she knows it too well for her age
even though it may leave her whirled 
she still can enjoy her time of teenage

oh my sweet little bird full of light
I fear sometimes you may not know
with all my strength and all my might
how I love you so

I think of your sweet smile on the daily
with each day I hope to make you proud
as I imagine you playing the ukulele
and singing singing out so loud

oh my sweet, sweet little bird
I hope you always know 
oh, how I love you so



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