Friday, March 19, 2010

my daughter

-my daughter-

The soft beauty of a child
gathers about you
as you take her in your
arms.

Knowing the fragility of her blood
the remorseless march of her
seconds
you hold her tight, rocking to
your own inward winds of fear.

You two are one tower, one great
leaning together of stones resisting
time as best the two of you can-
A man is immortal, fearless when

He holds his daughter is
silhouetted
against the edge of the horizon,
Black shapes on grey, when he holds
her
tightly in his arms he is very
strong

*this was my christmas gift from my father in 1980. i was eight years old.
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4 comments:

  1. annieMarch 19, 2010 at 11:54 PM

    that smile . so so you!
    what a christmas gift to have forever.
    just great pictures and everything!

    daughters are it!

    xo
    annie

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  2. craig or camiMarch 20, 2010 at 5:20 PM

    That is the sweetest. Such a cool looking dude and what a cutie you were/are!

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  3. craig or camiMarch 24, 2010 at 6:56 PM

    ahem... keep lurking around looking for Mo Bellies!

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  4. breakfastgeorgeApril 16, 2010 at 5:42 AM

    so exciting to think of you now about to embark on the other side of daughterhood...beautiful old pics and timeless words
    big love from England
    George

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