Day's first breath, a gift from the Creator.
Star-bright morn glows on the edge of blackness.
Young Girl and old star ignite a day to
life, both rising from beyond the dark night.
"Wave to me, wave to me," sings the Young Girl
to her father as he steps out the door.
She runs to the glass and parts the curtain
by half to watch Father come round the turn.
In the window she stares quietly out
through the panes at Father leaving, waving.
Motion in the lace, her hands speak giving,
eyes fixed on Father going for the day.
One last long wave before he disappears.
All's forever lost with no "goodbye" when
Young Girl views life from lower window panes.
Greetings to the Sun, farewell to Father.
©Eusebeia Philos 2012
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