In a moment of slow thoughts and stopped pen, I asked my daughter for 5 random words that I should write about. Her words were: daughter (she first stated “me”), love, cat, friends, happy.
Looking into her blue-green eyes
I see my own, age 7, sweet innocence
of a happy child, playing hopscotch at recess
dancing on the sand, skipping rope with friends
coloring pictures on the sidewalk.
Hugging her tightly in my arms
I feel love radiate warmth between us
a slow, welcome heat
like the soft, fluffy fur of a cat
basking in the sun’s rays.
Copyright Stacie Eirich April 6 2016