almost five

I taught a poetry workshop to some amazing girls last week.  It was a truly tremendous time and, not only did I get to see all sorts of brilliance as it flew forth from my students, I too was able to play with words, right along side them.  We play a game that Melissa and I dubbed, "Literatti" many moons ago on a boulder in Joshua Tree.  The rules are, roughly, grab a word, write for a few minutes without stopping and see where the word takes you.  One of the girls drew the word, "Fairy." I thought of my almost five year old girl.


Fairy

My daughter is a fairy.
Her hair bounces as she flies,
ringlets of gold dance,
her words sharp,
her joy infectious.

My daughter is a fairy.
Her wings are pink tulle,
her eyes glitter,
her red shoes tap and
her hips sway.  

My daughter is a fairy.
She delivers special secrets,
she opens all the magic in the world.

Happy almost birthday, beautiful.  You astound me.  I am so, so proud of you.