More words courtesy of Izzy

lantern, sprout, believe, eleven, sway, daughter, song, fresh, buddhist, flat, oak

Your self-centeredness blooms
a weed
just a sprout when you were eleven
now in fifteen-year-old anger it comes
into its fullness
my daughter
how I’d love to hold a lantern
up to your actions
sway you in the rhythm of some
fresh new song
hang a prayer flag in Tibet
to believe as a buddhist
in the soul hidden beneath your choices
growing tall and proud as an oak
while even as an acorn in the snow
I glimpse it in deeply private moments

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very nice! you are so much more concise than I am. 🙂

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this is great

July 29, 2006

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