Watching
by Jarmara Black
I’m
sitting watching my fairy child As She dances
in the autumn light
her Auburn hair on fire, her eyes wide and bright
full of innocent delight
The garden comes alive with the sweet sounds of
her laughter her merriment and joy
Her arms she stretches up towards the sky as if
to try too fly up and catch the golden leaves
That fall as autumns treasure, jewelled and bright
as gold but more precious to behold
Her light and silvery laugh fills the air and
her presence is felt everywhere.
And as I sit and watch her so I wish a wish I
know will not come true
I wish for her to always be this innocent light
hearted child and for her never to grow up
Or grow old.
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Watching
© Jarmara Black 2008
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