Friday, May 08, 2009

A poem for my daughter

By Debbie Buckwalter (my sister)

Her heart smells of purity
Her smile full of gold
Her eyes nothing but true
And her greatness simple

She has a fierce love
Ferocious loyalty and a gentle soul
Her hands are like plush velvet
All soft-like and safe

She sees saints and hears angels
Says words that heal wounds
She dreams of paradise
Of an incessant peace

Her walk is brave
Her words, shy
Her will, precociously sure
She is stunning

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