- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Fairy Child
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Click hereshe wears a cheetah dress because
she's a cheetah, of course, little
beads stretched out are salamanders.
she's four and sometimes I look at her
and wonder how did she become.
most days she's a strange animal
she can scratch her ear with her leg
she can make noises for a whole zoo
and then she sings some crazy
made up song and you have to stop
just to listen. who is this person?
she's not me, not even in pieces,
though she is my spitting image, poor thing,
she's not her dad, not even in the
smallest way, and I often wonder if
she's our fairy child, left as a gift
and a challenge, all the same.
I don't dare plan ahead,
imagine past today this moment
she has just too much to give
too many choices, too many places to go
and I hope she does them, sees them all
and that the fairy in her, the magic in her,
can survive.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaalmost 15 years agoEve is so right. I wish I had something like this to show my daughter when she was older, but I don't write this well.
WickedEveover 15 years agoThis would be a lovely poem to print out and tuck away and give to your daughter when she's older.
