The Gift


Chubby fist extended,
your eyes closed.
Fingers unfurling,
my crumpled,
dandelions'head.
"Open your eyes",
I say, "it is a gift."
Light blossoms, adding to
the twinkle, in your eye.
Your scarred hands,
lift me to the sky.
It is blue, filled with
lemon drops, and crystal clear
is the tear, trailing the
furrow of your cheek.
Mouth open wide,
your bellowing laugh,
fills the earth.
My hair, blows wild in the breeze,
of your embrace.

Kimberly Lynn L.

Copyright ©2003 Kimberly Lynn L.