A Love Poem To My Daughter

I was born

thirsty for summer-

berries and honeycomb.

Feats often ending

in a bucket of ice;

stinger in heel;

red at the mouth.

 

You came like sweater weather;

that soft crunch beneath boot

that bright orange, rightside up

before the turn towards grey.

 

You were born

thirsty to take the knot from my breast

all milk kisses & lashes-

to chirrup my pitch and ease the tick

to tandem thumping betwixt my birdcage.

 

Someday you will smell like the Sun,

the space between wings of Living Things,

Freshwater-

like You.

But for now, your crown is honey dripping

on blossom, on berry;

you bloom & burst ripe from my vine.

From birth to birth,

seasons side by side,

Milk Teeth quenched

on the refined palate

that bore us home.

 

*photo by Reka Emese on Tumbler

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