Welcome today’s poem, which closes out our April poetry at Sunlight, in honor of National Poetry Month.
by Celaine Charles
Winded
I look ahead to my daughter,
a younger
stronger version
of myself.
When did she grow
from vines of Sweet Autumn
Clematis
emitting stars
as she ascends.
I drink in her fragrance,
like a potion,
immortality
to lean on,
to breathe.
And I watch her inhale
a piece of sky,
a bite of courage
amongst tiny morsels
of self-awareness.
A keenness
that once stirred
in my womb.
Maybe even then
she knew who she would be –
Maybe even then
she felt her sun beams stretch
from fingertips
to tree limbs –
White blossoms in the wind.
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