Daughter Like Mother

 

The summer breeze turns to an autumn wind. 

 

Laughter fills the air as the leaves flitter around.

 

She runs on the dock trying not to fall.

 

Hair blowing.

 

Turning around filled with glee.

 

Reminds me of Nordic summers that used to be. 

 

Talking in a language. 

 

Only known to her two-year-old self.

 

How she’s captured my heart!

 

 And my soul.

 

 

I look down.

 

I see her arms stretched out.

 

Hands twitching back and forth.

 

She’s as beautiful as her mother.

 

Her smile warms my body.

 

Like a blanket on a cold night. 

 

 

I pick the little one up.

 

Hold her tight in my arms.

 

She lays her tiny head on my shoulder. 

 

“Grandpa loves you, Claire.”

 

A kiss on her cheek. 

 

And she’s off running. 

 

Waiting at the other end of the dock.

 

Is the only other girl.

 

Who has a hold on my heart.

 

For twenty-six years to forevermore.  















































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