Tiny
She Breathed
for only a while
every breath like vaporours rubies
each giggle like gold spread thinly upon a season
her hair spun in Irish silk
felt so perfect as we lay her upon her blanket
her sleeping face a flawless blush pearl
The day she crawled, she walked,
made the natural to sacred
If I could recreate anything
that has been vanquished from my life
I would trade all the words I have ever had,
gold in my chest,
time off my days
for her to sprinkle all
the seasons of this life
with a dusting of her gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the seasons come regardless the Autumn leaves turn brown to soon the Winter hardness too soon to deep..... the living dying dying we love them best of all