See how I have returned to you:
Bright and flushed and new!
You who have trusted
The prophecy
Of each potential bloom,
Have had your faith rewarded.
Why weep
Or wonder
Or worry
About how long
I will stay?
Pink is
By nature
Impermanent.
But while it lasts,
It saves.
This poem reminds me of my daughter and how fast she is growing. She's more permanent, but always changing. Lovely read.
ReplyDeleteI love that you've connected this to the fleeting nature of childhood.
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