Daddy’s Girl.

Such a little hand

Held out to me

So small in mine

It sets me free

So much hope

On that little face

Turned up with love

An unspoiled grace

And yes she grows

And yes I know

To all, her hands change

But that age doesn’t show

For held out to me

It still sets me free

That unspoiled grace

Always there on that face

No wrinkle can change

No number can blind

Her hand from mine

So small in my mind

For that is the love of a child

An ageless grace

A forever vision

In hand and on face.

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Right here.

And through the leaves

I see speckled sun

Dancing through the holes

Like water in the sky.

And on the unspoiled ground

I hear the music of the stream

Like an orchestra of nature

Like music from the earth.

And on my face I feel

The breeze upon my face

Like a caring hand of love

A touch from mother nature.

And there is more to this world

Than what we really know

To let yourself believe

And embrace what is right here.

A Canopy of Stars

She woke under a canopy of stars, each one blinking with as much surprise as she. Her hand touched the soft grass beneath her, a breeze caressed her face as it raced across the meadow. She sat up letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The moon was full and the sky clear. She was in a meadow surrounded by trees. It was as if mother nature had built a castle just for her. She heard some rustling now and then as small rabbits or frightened mice moved through the grass.

She looked down at herself and could barely make out a floral house coat. Not a robe but something more substantial. Her hair was dark in the moonlight and her hands seemed so much younger than she remembered. A noise across the meadow made her look up and a large stag broke through the treeline. He was huge and muscular. His crown of bone as long as he was tall. He was magnificent and she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She stood up slowly. She didn’t want to spook the grand king of this wood. As she did the King moved toward her. He raced quickly from the wood to her in seconds, stopping five feet from her. She saw into his black eyes. They seemed as clear as the purest crystal. She kept still slowly reaching out her hand. To her surprise the King knelt before her and let her touch his proud nose. Her smile was a big as the swelling in her heart as she heard a soft voice somewhere far away.

In the white room the machines beeped and growled. Wires winding across the tiled floor to the single bed. Sitting on the bed was a young girl, no more than seven. She clutched onto a piece of paper that she held up to show the woman lying still beneath her.

“And see Nana. It’s so beautiful here and the King comes to say hi. He is a good King…so gentle. He will let you pat him and you won’t hurt anymore. I love you Nana.”

The girl lay back against the woman, still holding up the picture of a meadow, under stars, with the King standing proud.