"These aren't poems. They're more like speeches from a movie that will never be made."
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Monday, July 18, 2005
Rachel
Rachel
came into my life
with softly suspicious eyes
Sadly
I was only there
for the last moments
of her girlhood
because
in the blink
of an eye
she stretched out
and her soul
deepened
and I now see her
curiously
peering into adult
ponds
and sneaking in her
toe
but just when
I think she is
growing out of
my grasp
she quietly
reverts
temporarily
to the unsure
faun on the frozen lake
and
she curls up on
her
Pop-O
and she silently
drapes herself
over my shoulders
quietly
resting
knowing that
I don’t require her
to be
sophisticated
trendy or grown-up
she knows
she can be
quiet and uncertain
or even goofy
and that I will
take care of
things
for now.
The next time I
blink she’ll be
all grown up
too smart and
pretty for her own
good
with a heart
still growing
but I never fear
losing her
for she is deep in
my soul
at 11
she is already
one of the finest
people I will ever
know
and with that
bright yellow hair
and friendly wide
smile
and soft kind eyes
she will eclipse
even the sun.
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