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Jun 2016
Theres a gem adorned little fairy queen
Her wings an intricate pane of stained glass
She hums and whistles with ballet ridden toes
Spinning in the brightest and bravest circles.

I'll always remember and hold so dear
Her pixie bottle blonde dyed hair
The Halloween encrusted spider necklace
Dangling from her thin neck
And how we nestled, our smiles crooked
So fresh so new
Next to me, we sat in the hallways
Where we birthed our painted frames
And went our own way.

A bubbling triple threat in all boiling illusions
She's got a relaxed brow, wisdom filling her up
When we speak, its like pumpkin carriages
Or the birds that fly next to us
Follow and carry our same tune.

Papas so proud of you little one
I know you run for miles in your heart
Not to escape the terrors
But because your legs are the most powerful
Part of resilient, beautiful you.

Your hair grows long
Our faces, we become the women
We've always wanted to be
Your hand grasped by true love
You configure the pieces of your life
With astute awareness, longevity
A warrior chant and quiet dancers
Haiku whistling and reminding me of you
Always.

Lady love
I think we might have invented that phrase
I hope you stand next to me
Clad in your best colors
And silhouette when we see fit.

She picked herself up better than anyone I knew
Dedicating every fiber of her being to giving
Like a pitchfork cocooned in velveteen rabbits
'Cuz shes every morsel of magic.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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