To a Daughter


Wild mornings, wild afternoons!
If I am with you
your face alight
your laugh in my hair

I need not search
for love but find it
shining from your
snaggle-toothed grin

games in
a bicycle spinning
bell ringing

blue eyes
red curls, soft skin
a tight hug
a place to belong

Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Carol Vasalona at BeyondLiteracyLink for hosting! I’m reading Women’s Voices in Poetry: The Women in This Poem, Selected by Georgia Heard. My poem above was inspired by its first poem:

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the Winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor –
Tonight – With Thee!

— Emily Dickinson

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