(at
about age 4, in Sapphic verse-meter – sung and choreographed
accordingly)
Innocently
gazing with wide-eyed wonder,
Soft
now, sweet breath, why tear my heart asunder?
Graceful
child your form speaks of sweet surrender
Cradled
in my arms.
Part
now, daughter into your mother's summer,
Let
her sing you soothe you into a slumber;
Always
there remains between us a glimmer
Of
love remembered.
Rachael,
Rachael! tirelessly I hold you
In
my heart by whose vision I behold you,
Seeing
you in all children as I've told you –
Season
by season.
(photo @ ca. one year)
(specifically
on the occasion of her 7th
birthday)
Rachael
the beloved tender of flocks herself a lamb . . .
The
Rachael I know was born in a spasm of light and soft quietude.
Her open
beauty revealed an impish charm.
The
Rachael I know eats ice-cream 'til it runs, and dances on the rug,
showing
off.
The
Rachael I know is shy until she giggles and tells you what she knows.
The
Rachael I know swings at playgrounds and whispers to her friends
at
lunchtime in a jumper.
The
Rachael I know is growing up as sure as sand in spinach
and
blossoming like a Rocky Mountain Columbine
in
the pure air of a high pasture.
Rachael
the woman is yet to come and where's the hurry . . .
Let
her heart be kind, her smile warm, her touch
enough to
make anyone kiss her fingers and leave
with
generosity on his lips . . .
let
her be a happy girl, a healthy and inquisitive girl,
let her face be
always, please always, her own face.
O
Rachael, your birthday is my birthday!
(photo @ ca. age 14)
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