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Lavinia at 17 months, A Poem

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Your heart shaped face
And rose kissed cheeks
Hold a curly crown of tarnished gold,
Framing eyes the color of storm clouds.

They reflect light 
As the surface of the sea,
So upon trying to match their depth
I must concentrate on staying afloat.


***This poem came to me one afternoon as I was feeding Lavinia her bottle and looking into her eyes. People always tell me she's an old soul- and I'm biased but I've always thought the same.  Her wisdom astounds and intimidates me.  Sometimes when looking into her eyes I almost have to look away from the intensity.  But I don't.  I stare and hold her gaze and let her take me to this deep, raw, place where I swear she can see right through me.***

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Saturday, March 7, 2015

Lavinia at 17 months, A Poem



Your heart shaped face
And rose kissed cheeks
Hold a curly crown of tarnished gold,
Framing eyes the color of storm clouds.

They reflect light 
As the surface of the sea,
So upon trying to match their depth
I must concentrate on staying afloat.


***This poem came to me one afternoon as I was feeding Lavinia her bottle and looking into her eyes. People always tell me she's an old soul- and I'm biased but I've always thought the same.  Her wisdom astounds and intimidates me.  Sometimes when looking into her eyes I almost have to look away from the intensity.  But I don't.  I stare and hold her gaze and let her take me to this deep, raw, place where I swear she can see right through me.***

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2 Comments:

At March 8, 2015 at 12:37 AM , Blogger susan d said...

Amazing poem and amazing girl.

 
At March 9, 2015 at 11:34 AM , Blogger Dawn Rieniets said...

Than you Susan, she amazes me every day.

 

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