Sarabeth

Sarabeth

A Poem by Charles
"

a very old love letter to the little girl of my dreams...

"
I think of you
and love doesn't quite
say enough.
All of the hopes I have
for you float within
the clouds,
I close my eyes and
see your face as
clear as day.

Hestia holds you in
her hearth,
she knows of the promise
of your arrival.
The crackle of her flame
is needed to keep
your heart warm.

The Lady of the Lake
bathes you in her
life-giving waters,
her cleansing elan vital
provides purity.
She shall ensure
your thirst for
honor will remain
quenched.

Isis pledges that
you will always be
a sister of the Sun.
The sort of sorority
that will supply
light for all your
journey's.

The Valkyrie and Amazonian
princesses have made
space for you in their
armory.
Their traning will teach
you how to defend
your territory.

Mother Nature has planted
your potential in her
fertile soil.
The Queen of the Earth
will supervise your growth
while denizens are
nurtured by your fruits.

All this fuss might seem
like much for someone
I've yet to meet.
But, it's like I said
baby,
four letters aren't quite
enough.

© 2010 Charles


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How could anyone read this and pass up the opportunity to tell you how beautiful this is. A daughter who has these things to look forward to through the helpful direction of her father. You are correct, love is used so loosely in this world that it's true meaning is nearly lost. But you metaphoric treasures in these stanzas tell us that it will take actions more than the four letters for her to understand. She will be great through her journey of life--compassionate, nuturing, strong, confident--because of you.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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