Aine was wading in the water,
I was scheming with my daughter
In the shade of the Norwegian Maple.
As we spoke her appearance changed,
She was aging, fulfilling dreams
Both of us shared between.
She appeared in a shapely one-piece,
Her hair still short, her eyes still green.
This was Aine at thirteen,
On the swim team.
Then she grew six years more,
Wearing a graduation gown,
Her hair was long, her height full grown,
Her green eyes fixed on her horizons.
Aine wasn't long for home.
Soon she joined us in the shade,
We three schemed as her children bathed
Under the showers of the water splash.
I shook my head to bring Aine's back
Wading in the water.
It's okay to plot and scheme,
And fancy what she could be,
But for now, let them be,
Wading in the water.
I would love to roll back time
To watch my daughter,
As I once did,
Play in water.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Aine was wading in the water,
I was scheming with my daughter
In the shade of the Norwegian Maple.
As we spoke her appearance changed,
She was aging, fulfilling dreams
Both of us shared between.
She appeared in a shapely one-piece,
Her hair still short, her eyes still green.
This was Aine at thirteen,
On the swim team.
Then she grew six years more,
Wearing a graduation gown,
Her hair was long, her height full grown,
Her green eyes fixed on her horizons.
Aine wasn't long for home.
Soon she joined us in the shade,
We three schemed as her children bathed
Under the showers of the water splash.
I shook my head to bring Aine's back
Wading in the water.
It's okay to plot and scheme,
And fancy what she could be,
But for now, let them be,
Wading in the water.
I would love to roll back time
To watch my daughter,
As I once did,
Play in water.
Aine: pronounced Onya, my grandaughter.
