Daughter,
dreamer,
a comet hurtling
through my universe
with hair on fire,
burning with the heat
of a thousand thoughts
a thousand thousand
wonderings and wanderings.
Decorated in
hope
and plastic barrettes,
you dance across my visions,
and I see all womanhood,
yours, mine,
converged
in the sparkle of green eyes.
Delight in it,
spin around with arms outstretched
to catch it,
fold it over and hold it gently
within yourself.
Girl,
woman,
daughter,
dreamer.
Feb9
Notes on a Napkin 