My Child

There’s gypsy in your veins, child.

You dance wildly across the field,

swinging your hips,

raising your arms

with such ease.

Your form so effortless,

a dance strung together

purely by your imagination.

No expert can compare

with your passionate

sense of beauty.

With a daisy tucked behind your ear,

your auburn locks fly freely

as the gentle wind

burns your cheeks rosy pink.

You resemble a flower child,

peaceful and carefree.

Your green eyes shine,

reflecting off your

satin, ivy dress

that flutters while you twirl

round and round.

With wild weeds,

you create ornaments

that you insist I wear.

I willingly let you

place the homemade tiara

on top my head.

You smile with

such great satisfaction,

it sends chills to my ankles.

Your laugh echoes,

a sweet ringing to my ears.

Forever you will

reside in my heart.