Fingers, A Poem for Kimberly


My heart leapt for you whom long I awaited,

a gift of divine perfection would you mine be.

In awe of your tapered fingers I marveled,

that day when mine eyes beheld thee.


Side by side happily we stood rinsing dishes,

Our moment of you and me I cherish.

Mom fashioned twin braids with blue ribbon,

cling tightly lest memories irretrievably perish.


A butterfly like none other fluttered past me 

Sparkling pixies dancing on toe shoe,

Tiny ballerinas with balloons and candy

Down every cheek ran tear drops of dew

I gasped when she curtsied, my breath nearly stolen.

Such precious seconds number so few.
 

My heart did break though mend it did quickly.

Before me I see its shadow still lingers ...

whose delicate grace will ever beauty inspire

what are as lovely as my butterfly's fingers?

alan d. busch

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