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She arrives
loosey goosey
through the door
light on her toes
despite our
few days of
separation,
for years the
weekly ritual.
Our eyes meet
grey to grey and
her skin color mine,
though reaching down
to kiss her forehead
seemed easier that day.
Hands could always effortlessly wrap around
my fingertips meeting at her sometimes ponytail,
or mingling among those tangled golden curls.
And when did her head snug in at my chest when we hugged?
Like the kitchen door frame penciled ever higher in our old house,
maybe our bodies will mark those imperceptable passages now?
Time it seems to move so slowly until that day, when it doesn’t.
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my first poem
written 2012,
revised April 2013
submitted to 20 Lines A Day
prose and poetry challenge for April
http://anexerciseindiscipline.com/2013/04/12/that-day/
Your poetry is AMAZING! I’m happy that we’ve connected. 🙂
Well, so am i. with wonderful compliments like that, this novice poet is encouraged and inspired to continue writing poetry.
Thank you ever so much.
So lovely.
you are so kind Dieu, thank you. this was the first time i tried to purposely put words in a poetic form.
my daughter is a constant stream of inspiration. lucky me. 🙂