Warm Sky

She laughs as she runs from me.

Screaming, “Daddy! Daddy!”

Happily.

The Sun brings golden rays to brighten her eyes.

Her smile turns frowns around.

Her laughs reach vibrations deep in the gut.

Strangers wave at her gaze.

They see Sky.

Powerful and embracing.

Warm and inviting.

A happy baby.

A child of love and light.

Protection becomes necessary, as soon as she is in sight.

Sky is everywhere when she is near.

An absence when she’s not.

She’s the youth we look up to.

A treasure placed on the top.

The fruit of my loin.

The apple of my eye.

I’m proud of my daughter.

My daughter loves me.

I cherish the human she has grown to be.

 

Originally published by Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

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