So, here's the first... an original poem on a Tuesday morning:
At Six
Skinny legs and not-quite bangs
An army of freckles march across her cheeks;
face off on her nose
Big smile, perfect tiny teeth,
though hopeful wiggles dream of
under-pillow treats
She stands on the edge,
considers the depths
Her eyes lock with mine
"Are you watching?" they ask
A nod and a giggle and she's gone
Plunging down, out of sight,
only to emerge seconds later
victorious
glorious
glistening in the summer sun
Love it! It captures your little girl, I bet.
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