For My Daughter: On Her 3rd Birthday
When the winds stop whistling
When the leaves stop bristling
When the cows stop grazing
When the poets stop phrasing
When the scholars stop learning
When the devils fire’s stop burning
When the planets stop spinning
When the holy men stop sinning
When the borders start falling
When the weary stop yawning
When the old timers dancing
When the young stop romancing.
I will still be there to love you.
Cherub angel in lace and white
Drops off her dreams and says good night.
The sandman’s been and’s on his way
As he closes the doors on another day.
And as you drift off to sleep
Slumber pixies tuck in your feet.
Hoot owl blinks and sings his song
The crickets chirp and play along
The swaying branch conducts the tune
Under the spotlight of the full moon
All while today replays in your head
And I sit in wonder on the end of your bed.
I sung to you the moment you were born
I sing still
I sang during this photo too
Every song is you.
Same Spot. Same Face. Different Year.