Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Wishing Up

Gliding above trees, like Peter Pan
A sweet-faced baby girl grins
Happiness never sleeps
Beauty smiles, beauty glows, beauty shows
The jelly-bean green blade of grass, pointing up
At an old lady looking out the window
Somewhat ordinary, despite her clear blue eyes
Filled with tears, glistening
Seeing the daughter she never raised.

1 comment:

Alexis said...

your poetry is beautiful. thanks for being you :)