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| Ashley Elizabeth Old |
For Ashley
Your face, sculpted as from rose quartz.
Sun sparkles bounce off you as you move;
your dress, feather light, barely touching your skin.
Your hair softly brown, flows like music in the wind.
Your rhythms dance allegro
leaving a shadow of melody as you depart.
Only a trace scent of lilac and lavender petals
track the places where you've been.
I close my eyes and think of you; I am young
like you. The world is fresh, ever-changing;
a sea of tomorrows we are meant to explore.
We fly through forests of cherry trees,
we sleep under canopies of silk;
we dream peace flourishes and hopes succeed.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 7/24/13
ah she's beautiful gay - and you find such tender words to describe her - and i just love that last part as well when you close your eyes and connect with her.. flying through cherry tree forests...sounds wonderful - love it
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem, Gay. May your granddaughter always feel honored by your words.
ReplyDeleteThank you both for your comments and for reading. She turns seventeen (17) today and yesterday I celebrated seventy-one (sigh) 71 - it's our palindrome birthday!
ReplyDeletesmiles...i hope she reads this and sees the beauty you see in her...its not an easy age...made me smile gay...fly on now...smiles
ReplyDeleteI'm sure she'll love. It's wonderful. Thanks,
ReplyDeletelovely. I like the turn -- line 9 -- "I am young..."
ReplyDeleteThanks - it's the place for the volga. It's not any of the traditional sonnets but fashioned after Neruda's. Without form yet still in fourteen lines. Appreciate your comment!
DeleteA beautiful poem for a beautiful girl. And I also hear you when you say
ReplyDelete" I close my eyes and think of you; I am young
like you. The world is fresh, ever-changing;
a sea of tomorrows we are meant to explore."
Time passes way too fast, WAY too fast.
This made me smile, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to your granddaughter! ~peace, Jason
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteShe's a lovely lass, Gay! Wonder if she gets to read this!
ReplyDeleteHank
I'm hoping so tomorrow. I talked to her this morning and she had a pretty full day planned. :)
DeleteA very pretty poem for a very pretty girl. She is like rose quartz only so much softer. I especially like your last line in which the verbs like flourishes can almost be read as nouns. So interesting. Thanks. Glad you are settling back into your writing life. K. (This is Karin - Manicddaily. wordpress.). k.
ReplyDeleteThanks K. A little taxing to get myself back into the groove, but I do love seeing and reading everyone!
DeleteSo beautiful ...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful granddaughter, beautiful poem, Gay. So good to "see" you.
ReplyDeleteYour granddaughter must be so proud to have you wrote this for her. Lovely!
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