Patricia Kelley

Rookie - 36 Points (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

My Daughter - Poem by Patricia Kelley

My daughter is like a valley of sun-kissed flowers of May.
She's like the sun shining on a bright sunny day.
Her hair is golden wheat spun by angels cascading down her long lean back.
By no accident does she lack.
Her lips are like young cherry blossoms that have never been kissed.
So, I've wished.
Her eyes are blue green, looking through the innocence of Heaven.
No, she's not seven or eleven.
She's twelve.
I'm teaching her to put her young heart on a private shelf.
Her body is lean like a young tree sprouting its new branches.
She gracefully, liquidly dances.
Her voice is like a song that arrives on the white wings of Angels, she sings.
She's all the beauty of spring's flowers starting to bud.
Through her heart runs warm blood.
She truly cares about others'.
To her, all are; her sisters' and brothers'.
She has flexibility like no other.
When I introduce her, I'm so proud to be her mother.

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My daughter that I'm so proud of

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 2, 2013


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