Estella Poem by Sandra Dodd

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.