Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Four years ago, she helped move soil
from one garden bed to another, a bare-handed
nine-year-old child and today she is thirteen
going on twenty-one, grown like a weed, my
babygirl a little woman as I plead with the world
to let her alone and take her in, allow her to spin
song and fertilized thought –
my flower offspring who brings
me presence each morning, and
when she was born, I counted each
hand full of piano fingers and once
I knew all were there, I dared to let her
play and today, I hear the vocalist on stage,
digging into roots, harmonizing with the garden
she has become.

too fast, too soon
the small skinny babe
leaps into size

freeze-dried memories
thaw in the sun
and she grows!

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four years ago, she
roamed the meadows,
bound flower garlands,
blew dandelions,
and hugged her friend.

she's nine now,
and grown.

and she still does.