Monday, August 13, 2012

The Remarkable Child

Of course she is.
At least four chains
Of pure logic
Conclude likewise.

Her grandmother
Says so. That's one.
Friends and neighbors
Say so. That's two.

She's ours and all
Children must be
To their parents.

That's three. She wrote
This poem herself
In third person
With her crayons,

With chord changes
And small portraits
Of truths. That's four.

Someday she will
Read this and laugh
And I'll laugh, too,
For sure. My girl.

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