I wrote this when my daughter was six months old.
She still quivers her lip.
She can tear me in two ways at once.
When she frowns I
smile;
I can see Arlene
in her frown.
I smile when I think how clever we were
to come up with the name
Willow.
It feels like I've known her
longer than I've known myself.
She quivers her bottom lip when
she is really upset.
She is delighted by my eyes.
And sometimes I fear she is wiser
than I'll ever be.
Poetry by Blue River
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Written on 2009-02-13 at 10:43
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She still quivers her lip.
Willow
She can tear me in two ways at once.
When she frowns I
smile;
I can see Arlene
in her frown.
I smile when I think how clever we were
to come up with the name
Willow.
It feels like I've known her
longer than I've known myself.
She quivers her bottom lip when
she is really upset.
She is delighted by my eyes.
And sometimes I fear she is wiser
than I'll ever be.
Poetry by Blue River
Read 645 times
Written on 2009-02-13 at 10:43
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