She

From mother to daughter

The way her hair falls

In ringlets when the

Air dries it to natural

Perfection

 

They way her eyes

Stare back, knowing,

When she asks you

Questions

 

The way her mind

Unlocks problems

Checking for keys behind

Her eyes

 

The way she becomes

Part of the wind

Blowing gentle or in

One angry  blast

 

She is sun and storm

All flashing eyes and laughter

She delights in turning worlds

Upside down, just for fun.

 

She is the tinkle of a fairy’s harp

The eye inside of an eagle

The flash just before the storm

Breaks

 

Reach for it all and

Find your hand empty

As a note of laughter dies

 

She belongs to me.

 

-Zoe Richardson 

Author's Note

The flowers of my thoughts for your remembrance

Reviews

[Anuja Sharma]

How can I not say that this piece is describing the beautiful thoughts of yours about "HER". And ohh, how gracefully you poured your her out. And Oh this stanza,
"The way she becomes, Part of the wind
Blowing gentle or in One angry blast."
I am totally in love with this write.
Much love,
Anu

[Zoe Richardson]

Oh my! How very thoughtful you are. And so kind. I appreciate your words more than you know, and hope you come back for more!

[Anuja Sharma]

You're most welcome Zoe.
For sure, I am gonna read your lovely pieces.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Zoe, you paint such vivid and beautiful imagery within this piece. Love shines through the words. This is such a deep write. You catch moments so well. I love the content of this write. Have a wonderful Saturday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you! My youngest was a terror, but she was also Mama's girl. I tried to capture both here. It always so nice to see your comments and read your thoughts!

[shadrach hah]

You are welcome Zoe. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I love this
I love your writing

[Zoe Richardson]

For some reason, I just saw this comment. My apologies for delaying my thanks. Sometimes I am scatterbrained! Your thoughts are always welcome and deeply appreciated.

[Unspoken poet]

She is the tinkle of a fairy’s harp
The eye inside of an eagle
The flash just before the storm
Breaks

Just Wow!! Such imagery and amazing words here,
Very talented with your imagery or words.
So nicely written.

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you, dear Kimmie! Poetry is my photography, and books are my movies. I am so glad you enjoyed my efforts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this blooms strongly with the beauty and scent of motherly love.

The last four lines just blew me away....your poetry tends to do that.
j.

[Zoe Richardson]

That is so kind of you to say. Some people take pictures of everything. I write poems. They bring the images to mind more completely, if that makes any sense.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That makes perfect sense, Zoe!