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Daughter – almost five
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I live inside the gentleness of your mind.
The subtlest of emotions you grasp
and give back
in soft waves of compassion and trust.
In dreams I find you
beside me for always,
a friend like no other and new
as autumn’s first changing leaves.
We have been here before,
filled with joy and good madness –
your eyes rich as the colours of earth
and your rhythm, profoundly ancient
like the dance of a seabird upon water.
Your thoughts and your fast-leaning heart leans out
to the lost and the hurt. Your brush stroke,
and the paints that you choose
reminds me how blessed I am
to love, watch and guide
the unfolding presence
that is perfectly you.
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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Studio Journal”, 2013
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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.
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Beautiful tribute from a great poet to her daughter. Thank you Allison.
I absolutely appreciate the parental bond the first line of this so beautifully describes. Very nice – look forward to reading more of you poems.
… your, of course. 🙂
Reads like a dream, like a song, like a touch – a tenderness filling my heart like a strong feather.
“I live inside the gentleness of your mind.”
“In dreams I find you
beside me for always,”
AND OH MY GOD…
“your eyes rich as the colours of earth
and your rhythm, profoundly ancient
like the dance of a seabird upon water.”