THE VAULTED blue above the girl,
Who hand in hand with father went,
Produced in her a happy twirl-
A dancing she knew not what meant.
This blue expanse she did adore,
Whose happy clouds did haply sore
To-ward higher place, and even more-
The Heaven where the cherubs tour.
She marveled at that ocean sky-
The blue her father did not see.
It begged in her the question why
It only caused in her a glee.
But then her father saw a bird,
And seen the sky beyond its view.
He nudged his girl with loving word:
That blue sky there to me is you.
-jwm
Of the Poem:
This poem is inspired by and dedicated to Chelle, my little girl and my favorite person in the whole wide world ...
Beautiful. I've found it's so hard to comment on great poetry and have the comment truly express what I experience while I read. Glad to see you on here.
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