Child of Song
Child of Song
You are my love child, child of song.
Sweet surprise when all the stars were perfectly aligned
And happiness was that white picket fence.
I thought you were my last.
So I named you for contentment.
Butterscotch sunlight, crystal beads, rainbows, toast and jam
Gypsy moments wrapped in a fuzzy robe.
I sang you lullabies.
Little dark girl you grew too fast.
In beauty and spirit, my wild child, my sparkle child
Not delicate, (that was a ruse), but strong.
My image only better.
Now seasons pass and change has come.
Child-woman, daughter-friend, looking forward, holding back
Trembling at the brink of future choices.
Go on. I will be here.
(c) 2002
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