Anna Poem by R.L. Clark

Anna



When not quite yet
a simple year old and
magic lit your eyes

I scooped you from
the kitchen floor, felt
rhythmic beats to mine

Gossamer hair
spun as silk, sweet cachet
of breath

Had alabaster ever felt
so soft?

Thursday, February 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: baby,daughter,family,father,father daughter
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