A HUNDRED POEMS XIIII

(TO MY DAUGHTER)

1.

What spirit imbue that flesh

a love as thy mother in her best

twinkle eye too, heart of gold

that mystic flair balance dew

upon the blade of green-soothe

And touch thy father’s heart, too!

2.

And thou tend to good deeds

that love and life bequeath all

a fire and tender twinkle too

thy father so joyous tears sing

and moon and bird-song along

shall forever follow you!

3.

Her lovely grace in turmoil say

and his heart too shall always beat

for you the world and all its gifts

not of gold or position in world

but that tender spot angels dance

that room which first I met you

:: 03-24-2014 ::