Emily

Emily

My little waif with

ruffled mop of blonde hair

stands in a white night gown

in the pale autumn light of

the early morning and

her cheeks are

the blush of

roses

and

her small

pink lips are

as soft as the dew.

your voice

is breathless and

as tiny crystal bells

tinkling in a sigh of the

passing wind when

you kiss me

in the

soul

as you yawn away

the sleep and ask for breakfast.

Comments: 13

manoj sanyal May 20, 2006, 5:18am EDT

Nice poem of love with excellet shape poetry.

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HGM Moya Goatley May 20, 2006, 5:28am EDT

Absolutely wonderful. You capture the picture, the feelings of such a moment so well. I read it and see my own children and grandchildren and feel the soft warmth of their cheek on mine. Thank you. Moya

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again May 20, 2006, 5:31am EDT

Thank you Manoj. The challenge was to capture the image of little Emily, my granddaughter, and to obtain a pleasing visual shape.

Magi

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again May 20, 2006, 5:34am EDT

Thank you for your generosity, Moya. I thought I might pen this into a birthday or Christmas card for Emily sometime in the future. What do you think of the idea?

Magi

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