Wednesday, February 25, 2015

For Ivy Annalise


Here we sit
sorting our lives
like the daily mail,
measuring our progress
by old photographs,
judging our worth
by unseen gain.
Then here you come
waited, wanted, already loved,
beautiful and perfect in your own right,
and more important than any
unseen, unfelt, unwritten belief.
That you are here,
that you are ours,
that you are loved,
forever now,
no matter.



Trish said...


Amy said...

Thank you Trish!

thecuecard said...

Ditto that. Lovely.

Amy said...

Thank you! I'm going to migrate the poetry writing over to a sister blog and keep this blog for books if you're interested.

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