Swayed Connection

GraceoftheSun

May 4

Little,
baby,
girl of mine.
Giggles,
daily,
with delight.

Big eyes,
chub cheeks,
pretty curls.
Swing high,
joy squeaks,
dance and twirl.

Time past,
attacks,
came my way.
Grew fast,
rough cracks,
brought dismay.

Teen years,
anger,
brought us strife.
Sad tears,
anchor,
plans for life.

Pick up,
slowly,
heal what was.
Heart pumps,
solely,
felt by us.

Giving,
all my
soul could shove.
Willing
to try,
with pure love.

- Grace Y. Estevez - Reddy

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