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.

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 |
author heather grace stewart, canadian poet, childhood, Children, contemporary poetry, female poet, growing up, jet planes, Marriage, Parenthood, poems about being a girl, poems about childhood, Poems about Fathers and Daughters, Poems about Hope, Poems about marriage, poems about real life, poems about relationships, poems about spring, Poetry, rain boots, real life, sieze the day, simplicity |
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