How I See My Girl
by Troy Cady
My little girl treads through time with
a playful purpose, skipping through space,
blonde hair lilting like her voice singing—
Her tune keeps time to fingers snapping,
whip-cracking the air,
the hand-dance of joy and flair.
My little girl has always had a soul
as large as seas, full moons and peace;
she laughs and diamonds jostle in her chest,
rising behind clear eyes, clean panes of glass,
sparkling, like newborn stars, reflections of
reflections of light, conceived by God.