freckles

 
my soul aches in a note you can't hear
sorrow doesn't speak she just doesn't
she dwells in my inner sanctum
an unwanted emotion so deep within
taking up little space with her forlorn form

big tears well in my eyes
I will never let her face this world
a rare beauty her shyness shines

a copper penny for your thought
she smiles through her tears
tiny child of faith
she has mustard-seed hopes

busily planting California poppies
all around our sanctuary
she loves the wildflowers
they like her bravely face the sun every day

her beliefs are pure
she imagines things into being
today she is flying her coat across the sky
as she calls the Northern winds

little sunflower decorates the night sky with rainbow stars
she is always demure and proper as any immortal child
she is delivered to me born of my spirit

a delicate girl with a sweet grin
a sprinkle of freckles across her nose
she lends me hope when I am hopeless
as we quietly tend our garden of dreams