to my sweetest girl
sweetest girl
my greatest joy is
watching your
imagination grow
I'm honored to
be a spectator to
how it unfolds
even when it frightens you
because that unfortunately
is the cost of creativity
but don't try to stop it
that will only weigh down
your effervescent spirit
that would only mix your
true colors to ashy grey
I'll hold your hand
walk you through
the gravel and sand
and remind you to
appreciate the grand
your wonder
delights me
I can't wait
to see how you
surprise me
Travis Brow
Wed 29th Mar 2017 06:51
If you've got enough to keep body and soul together, having a three year old child is great. I think it's also a great age to be. I bet she prompts a lot more poetry, although finding the time to write might be tricky. Take care.
A.