Jan 18
!WAKEY WAKEY!
( for Maureen )
Every morning I
delighted in her
jumping into her skin
eager to begin
being her
all over again.
New to her self
as if she had only been
minted that very minute
her own self invented.
Touching the world
with here sense of self
chasing after dust motes
trying to clutch sunlight
creeping up on a honeysuckle's
scent
snatching at music
in the air
begging the world
to come out to play.
*
"!Wakey...wakey!" is what Tilly would greet me with rather than I her...she was always wakey wakey...I...a poor tired Dad...attempting and usually failing to keep up with her perpetual ball of energy and non-stop soaking up of the world through the emotional osmosis of being a 3 year old girl.
( for Maureen )
Every morning I
delighted in her
jumping into her skin
eager to begin
being her
all over again.
New to her self
as if she had only been
minted that very minute
her own self invented.
Touching the world
with here sense of self
chasing after dust motes
trying to clutch sunlight
creeping up on a honeysuckle's
scent
snatching at music
in the air
begging the world
to come out to play.
*
"!Wakey...wakey!" is what Tilly would greet me with rather than I her...she was always wakey wakey...I...a poor tired Dad...attempting and usually failing to keep up with her perpetual ball of energy and non-stop soaking up of the world through the emotional osmosis of being a 3 year old girl.
