Pardon Me, But May I Brag On My Daughter?

 If you have read my blog for any length of time, you would know that I am very proud of my daughter.  Below is a poem I just found on her website.

Butterfly Depths- story-intro 


A rose.  He is closed, the petals tight.  But as days pass, slowly he widens.  He is a wheel now, blood-red and beautiful.  Simple form, but it is elegant.


A butterfly.  She flutters her wings and lands on the rose, still.  Her wings are partially opened, and partially closed, a midway between the two.


A noise.  It rocks the rose, and the butterfly flies away.  The rose is alone again, but he knows that a butterfly will come soon.


For though butterfly depths are small, they make a great impact.



She's thirteen.  I can only imagine how well she will write when she has gained some of life's experiences.

Here's another poem:

Texas Update: Homesick Poem

The world passing,

Just a blur.

Tears I cry,

Never have cried before.

There may be beauty,

But I'd never know,

Because the ones I love

Left now for more.

But a blue sea white with foam,

Past the forest, under the gold,

Through the desert, beyond my know,

That's not close to how far I'll go.

Cold skies gray with rain,

Golden sunshine just cries pain,

Though a heartbreak I do hold,

The way is clear; I must go.

Tomorrow, maybe, will be the day

I make my way home.

No more tears, no more fears,

Tomorrow, maybe, I'll be home.

I'm a tad biased, so if you agree that she is talented, you could go to her blog and encourage her.  I'm sure she would appreciate it and it might keep her off  the streets as she grows older.