Daughter

She skips perfectly along the gravel drive,
This beautiful spark of purity and life.
A true and full smile that radiates everywhere,
Not a hint of any worry or strife.

A perfect mess of loud colour and bold confidence,
This gentle piece of me finding her own sense,
In a time and place that seems too big,
It’s her moment without pretence.

©Y.E.S 2014

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to try writing a ruba’i, or a rubaiyat.

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