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.***