Still brimming with awe,
and cuddling sweet against your
father’s welcoming cheek.
Still bizarre in the light of
your unique humour and stubborn
as the apple tree is strong in the
Turning One tomorrow and all the things
you’ve learned in that span –
to say a word, to grow in kindness and
in temperament, to laugh out loud.
All the things you still are – a soul
of amazing riches, thoughtful and gentle
and so sure of yourself.
Still entranced with all things small and new.
Still each day we awake to your beauty
as we look into your strange sea-coloured eyes
and bend to smell the strands of your wispy hair.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” July 2017
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