I see her lovely eyes, so big, so green,

Her laugh, infectious, ever makes me smile.

A shake of head, brown gold mane, the sheen

Invigorates, captivates.  Her style–

Unique, brash, calculated–and recalls

Another she admires, who’s from a time

She only knows from tales.  This fine, this tall,

Lovely young woman sees a hill to climb

Not reached by many, but by this one, who,

With wealth of skill, with wealth of talent, has

Not yet confronted what she cannot do

Or what she cannot dream.  She will surpass

The wildest notions of her life to be.

And we, behind, await what we will see.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s