Friday, July 3, 2009

A poem for my little girl, who grows less little each day.

Upon sun dappled lawn in spring
light distilled in green gives birth
of majestic treasure as to a king
Ivory and gold of noble worth

Broided chains grace slim neck
and bracelets slender arms do clad
golden tresses richly decked
as a silver laugh make a father glad

1 comment:

Tracy Wagman said...

Ryk,
That is absolutely beautiful! Thanks for sharing this.
Encore!
Tracy