Sunday, January 14, 2007

how i see my girl

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—
and free.

Her tune keeps time to fingers snapping,
whip-cracking the air,
jubilant, fair,
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.

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