Poem To My Daughter

You’re eight years old
Pointing to, describing and touching the funny things you see on me
The white hairs above my ear,
The spot and wrinkles near my eyes,
The eyebrows that dissolve into nothingness,
And all the while
Nothing in the world could feel better
Than
Being paid attention to
By You

* * *
Poem by Steven Cravis to his eight year old daughter Sasha

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One thought on “Poem To My Daughter

  1. Doron says:

    I like that and totally relate!
    My oldest one is 6 years old.

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