To see her run and jump and fall
And hone her skills
Until she stands before you, tall
And ready to begin
To scale the closest rolling hills
And feel the warmth upon her skin
Where sunlight floods the sky,
And then to seek for greater thrills
Beyond the paths that wander nigh
Toward faraway vast mountain-scapes
Where water falls unbroken, spills
Upon the rocks in frothy shapes,
And makes her dreams come true,
Her searching spirit, soaring, fills
Your watchful eyes with what her future holds in view.
This is my third post about the new book. The book's first major section is called Of Life, and focuses on the patterns of the lives we lead, as well as how those patterns have changed as a result of the pandemic, and how they can vary in different parts of the world. This poem is the first one that appears in this section. It explores the experience of watching a child come of age, and knowing that she may, someday, travel far away.
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