I wash her hair
for her.
She loves the ritual
of suds & lather.
The hide & seek
of boo & peep!
I shape different shapes
build up swans & castles upon her head
show her my creations
laugh at her laughter.
Heap hats
upon her
crown her
call her
“My little princess! ”
(so she is) .
Tells me
when I rinse
all her “sad sad thoughts”
just float away.
I am sad that she has
“sad sad thoughts.”
I give her an extra rinse
until there isn’t a sud to be seen!
I leave a moon
in the middle window pane
to mind her
Ask stars
to guard her.
Tiptoe away
as still she calls
my name
in sleep.
Absolutely gorgeous poem, feel very honoured. It made me think of my little princess when I used to make 'ears' for her whilst washing her hair! That was when the mane was less so and more curls lent themselves to being shaped and moulded! ! ! Tee Hee, , , , anyway however this was meant the sentiments are just beautiful. HG: -) xx
Tender lovely poem - made from the same fine tissue the dreams in sleep are made from...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are most adept at capturing the moment, with such economy of words to build the mood. Your poems do wash the sadness away. Thanks again.