She goes to the mirror,
Practicing now
She sees what she wants
And she calls to me
Her voice is the high note
Of summer energy
She sees her aura
When she moves reflected mystery
So I see her learn
And I see her grow
I see her hope
And I hope she knows
That the light she carries
Has this sensitivity:
It can move with her
And live in me


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I'm going to feature this in the afternoon slot of Writing Essentials.
Luna, I thank you also for your kind comment. I had not thought of the idea of softness until you and Ed mentioned it, but it will become part of my concept of this poem.
Bravo, my friend.
I am brought nearly to tears of joy as I read your comments, wonder and gratitude beyond words for the opportunity to be part of this community. Thank you for blessing and inspiring me with your words!