We first met when she was all but two
Wouldn’t let me hold her,
But wanted help with her shoes.
Delicate blonde ringlets and fair rosy cheeks
Eyes of blue looking up and quickly away
So tender, so tiny, so delicate her treats.
I would have my own child before I saw her again
A beautiful swan girl who was oh so still
Full of life lessons learned by the time she was ten.
Still shy but getting better at being herself
Her beliefs and morals came from the bible
Life not like the fairytale books she kept on a shelf.
We met again and had a whole summer
She was old enough for us to grow closer
Stay up late, talk of dreams, then share slumber.
We slept on the beach in a magical place
Just bags, no tent, but near to clear water
Woke with a start, a chipmunk ran across her face.
The Winged Woman 