A Birthday Poem for my daughter . . .
~for my daughter BJC on her 34th birthday
Beautiful Belle of red blood and divine light
Battling strangulation in the womb
As the tangled intentions of nature and spirit grew
To emerge from darkness, life unbound —
Screaming your first exhale on a Friday afternoon.
Beautiful Belle of sea foam and fire
Entering through a door of complexity and tangled intentions –
Newborn child to a child of sixteen, the warlike forces
Of class and culture and mystery and possibility
Dancing in the air of your birth, at the foot of your crib.
Beautiful Belle of soft pulse and warm breath
Vibrant child of bruises and cuts and fearless
Determination to run toward the waiting world
Dragging your brother by the hand, always seeking
Another adventure of happy mischief and bubbling laughter.
Beautiful Belle of purple quartz and diamond hardness
Rebelling at every teaching, refusing every lesson,
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