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 depthI 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.***