She Is--
By Jen Wieber
Who is this fair child, gifted to me?
She is
carefree, she is lovely
like fresh rain from heaven.
silly girl, so wily
like pillow fight parties
a mountain-high ice cream
commanding and winsome
She is beautiful to me.
She is
a summer thunderstorm
so warm and consuming
like cold raging waters
naturally refreshing
A thousand buttercups
to gather and adore
And she is daughter to me.
She is
indulgent caretaker
sure and compassionate
a bright moonflower
giver of words and rune
like grandma's old hymnal
full of worship and praise
She is a blessing to me.
(My youngest little gal, Reesie, turns 2 today! Happy Birthday, Honey Pie! )
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