Liten Jenter

Your smile 

a golden thread swept smooth

like a harps brass bow

You’re new

the softest presence

the purest sugar

barely touched by

a burlaps edge

Your laugh

reminded of a thousand joys

girlhood

swirl, twirl

the silly, the sass

You’re my little lass 

please remind me 

of life’s magic

and the daily amaze 

Life gifted me 

the greatest treasure 

when you arrived

The pendulum swung

first slowly 

then quick

I didn’t slip 

or hesitate 

Perfectly original

my reflection

a mirrored snowflake

I will move towards you the way a bottle floats towards the beach

I watch you; only I see the halo of pixie dust wherever you go

Daughter of my daughter 

willow and stone

You leap a hundred years

ahead of our story 

mellowing my burns 

the way dark molasses coats glass

My eyes dim

my heart glows 

I see youth sparkle 

glittery notes of music 

flow from your mouth 

Inner pearl of a rose