Daughter of mine

She smells like lemonade on a warm spring day

Her smiles feel like sunshine in the middle of July

Her thoughts arrive like cartwheels then she’s off to find a thing

She laughs at senseless nonsense like the world doesn’t understand

She creates treasures out of bits and bobs she finds along the way

Determined to change humanity with glue and popsicle sticks

She sparkles and cackles all day long never stopping to take a breath

Until the pillow hits her head and finally her mind can rest.

She’ll dream of skies and trampolines and how do you get from one to the other

And tomorrow when she wakes the first face she’ll see is her mother – who loves her

Margaret S Morton and daughter Eva forever

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