Elizabeth Blue
Elegant she sitsLittle paw up in the air
I wonder what she’s thinking
Staring,
as I dry my hair
A little girl with lots of fears
By now I wish she’d trust
Everything will be okay
now That her
Home is here with us.
She’s is my little angel
Her love,
fragile wings upon the wind
I hope I never let her down
As her beloved guardian.


1 Comments:
At 9:06 PM,
Anonymous said…
I love this!! What a sweet poem that expresses the trepidation we feel when we allow ourselves to love, and the trust it takes to allow ourselves to be loved.
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