Saturday, June 30, 2012
Äya is 9
Last night we strolled the streets of Nolita hand in hand
Regaled in fresh melon and spoke in excited hushed voices of this and that.
Under the stars Catherine Deneuve glowed in opulent fabric the color of day
As your young body leaned on me.
Nine years ago you entered in fresh wonder
There has been beauty and some sadness.
You, wise beyond your years, have taken on life with open grace.
Will there ever be words enough to thank you or to make up for my mistakes?
To you I bow, my beautiful arrow, and stand in grateful awe as I watch you fly forth.
Top photo by Kai Krienke 2012, bottom photo 2007