Renee, going on two

she is all grown now, and has teenagers of her own, but we had a year together, just her and me...she was the first to open the door to my heart

my little attila-the-hunness came

across the margin of my vision ranges

she talks to herself and me the same

the symmetry of my life she changes

nose arun, feet asail

she surveys her land amazed

i stumble from the diaper pail

a little lost, a little dazed

i would not have you think me less

if my tones are not maternal

each moment of this time i bless

it has to do with things eternal

and as for you dear freedom's child

whose quick tears and sudden joy

alternate my seasons wild

while with my sentiments you toy

it is your rightful inclination

to test the limits of invention

my duty into this relation

will offer more than slight convention

so when the years have seasoned time

to make us who we learned to be

somewhere in your heart sublime

will live our secret memory

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

beautiful ed, just beautiful

[Ed Hart]

we know about daughters, the ups and the downs

[Ed Hart]

i forget to mention, that's a great picture you guys are smiling through

[. serah .]

-- you move me to tears, so many tears... -- i remember the time when my nephew was 2... thank you for reminding me of my most precious memories...

[Ed Hart]

some tears are better than others...thank you, my dear

[. serah .]

-- my privilege, dear maestro...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i bet she loves this poem...what a wonderful tribute to the love you two shared during that year..

daddy's girl...

smart rhyme in this...

[Ed Hart]

yes, thank you, she is now one powerful lady

[Relic]

I've never had children but it doesn't take a genius to see the never-ending love that's involved with such a gift. I like the diaper pail line. :-)

We age, we forget. But your last line seems destined for a heart shaped box. Love is endearing and enduring in these kinds of things.

Excellent Ed.

[Ed Hart]

thank you my friend