of stories
I’ve forgotten
times and places
touch untold –
gave my heart (the way of graces)
left of every love
I know

another girl
another baby –
(now a woman)
pens the night
silver locks reweaving promise –
verses fell
by candlelight

into magic
I was given –
fragile moments to defend
(all I was)
I am remembered –
baby
woman
child (again)

. . .

Author’s Note: Inspired by a painting
gifted me by a dear friend.
“She is Three” by Joey ‘Bodee’ Dalton 2011