DAUGHTER

 

You watch her lithe movements
thin wrists, transparent skin
a modern dancer spinning
away from you
at a quickening pace.
Her laughing so guileless, high;
if you didn’t love her so much,
you would be jealous of her joy.
 

Her awareness of your presence
fades in and out.
You watch and wait for
her recognition: a look
a peculiar head tilt
anything personal.
 

She just likes to run in fields,
you explain to yourself.
This woman who you love…
she darts quick with purpose
like a bullet on course
to somewhere predetermined.
(But where?)
So fast, she leaves you steeped
in a breeze of lime verbena
papaya silk and coconut zest.
You remember it from her nightstand
and how the summer wind
would spill in the window
and the curtains would float
over her bed and cover you.
 

She skips and twirls.
She doesn’t look old.
She bends to collect bouquets
of lavender and lupine
tucking them into her pockets
front and back.
 

She giggles in the ripe field
of green grasses, tall purple
tickling ankles, fingertips.
She runs away spirited
into the girlness that is her
most formidable heaven.
 

You almost give up and
let her go into the beyond.
Just as you turn to leave,
she winks at you.
You exhale.
She knows you.
You are still
her daughter.
 
_______
(c) 2013

Published by Marie Marchand

Poetry for me has always been a seeking. Always. An effort to come closer to beauty, to explicate beauty, to behold it in words. I wish to formalize beauty, to give it a title and empower it to go forth into the world. I want to give it shape and lend it the capacity for remembrance. Poetry captures essence. Without essence, there is nothing worth saving. John Keats and William Wordsworth are my favorite poets. My absolute favorite poem to read aloud is Wordsworth's Lines, otherwise referred to as Tintern Abbey. And it must be read aloud at least annually for uplift of the soul. I have shared my poetry through various means including handmade chapbooks, readings, and publication. All the poetry posted on this site is written and copyrighted by me. This collection represents about half of my poetry.

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