Where the Butterflies Go

Heather Grace Stewart: Author, Poet, Photographer

The Pilot

Little girl,
golden curls bouncing,
tries to run in
lime green rain boots.

“Hi Daddy! Look! It’s
Daddy!” she shrieks,
quickens her pace to greet him.
Arms up high.
Full speed ahead.
Lips pursed in concentration,
she jumps, groans, tries to
touch the sun.
We laugh, but
stop ourselves from
saying, “you can’t.”

Little girl,
golden curls bouncing,
runs home in rain boots,
dreaming of jet planes.

StayinAlive

June 21, 2009 Posted by heather grace stewart | Beautiful Chaos, Children, Family, Family life, Hope, Kids, Love, Marriage, Motherhood, Parenthood, Parenting, Poem about parenthood, Poems about Fathers and Daughters, Poems about marriage, Poems about motherhood, Poems about parenthood, Poems about partners, Poetry, Relationships, Stories about Parenthood, Toddlers, Writing | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments