Fingers, A Poem for Kimberly
My heart leapt for you long had I waited,
for a gift of divine perfection would you mine be.
In awe of your tapered fingers I marveled,
when mine eyes first beheld thee.
Side by side we stood rinsing dishes,
Our moment of you and me always I’ll cherish.
Mom fashioned twin braids for you with blue ribbon
hold on tightly lest our memories perish.
A butterfly like none other fluttered by me
Sparkling pixies dancing on toe shoe,
Tiny ballerinas with balloons and candy
Nary an eye could see through tear drops of dew.
gasped when she curtsied, my breath nearly stolen.
Such precious moments number so few.
My heart did break though mend it did quickly.
I shan’t ever grow weary of loving you.
Your delicate grace will forever me inspire,
I gaze at how the shadow yet lingers ...
of loving you I shall never tire.
Are there any lovelier than my butterfly's fingers?
Alan D. Busch