A Swan to me

Charging downhills... fear lost to the wind

blue eyed dusty blond with a mile of grin 

mud balls with plum centers to the neighbor boys head's

arm wrestles and sleep overs,in sheet fort bunk beds

dancing and playing by the edge of the sea

her partner, strewn kelp and giant seaweed

she once won a foot race... the entire fifth grade!

the strongest and fastest in all sports she played

together we flew a kite till we used up all the string

she let it go just to run it down and catch that falling thing 

over the tall grassy hills of sand I heard a man say,he is

the fastest boy I ever did see. I said to him,"he is a she"

my stepdaughter such a little tomboy... a Swan to me...

on her eleventh birthday I gave to her,her first dress

she cleans up so nicely dusty hair no longer a mess..

indigo blue paisley,shiny shoes and a ribbon for her hair

all grown up now, I so miss her.. chasing string in the air..

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)..............

[Rossen]

And thank you for your review of my poem. very kind.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[Jack...]

This was beautiful...simply beautiful. Being the father of two grown wonderful daughters I know exactly what you mean. What a special poem this is.

[Rossen]

Thank you Jack, that means a lot to me.