Amateur Poetry Hour

I sometimes think that my most profound thoughts come just as I am falling asleep. I don’t know if this is because I am dropping my guard at that moment so my thoughts can run to places my conscious mind won’t allow. Or maybe it is simply that I am not fully aware and discerning, so what SEEM like great thoughts are not really. In any case, I usually keep a small pad of paper and pen right by my bed for just these rare moments. But wouldn’t ya’ know, while we are still in a transient state here in Utah I have yet to do that, and NOW is when I have one of those moments. The thoughts occurred to me a few nights ago in the form of a poem about Sela, and I am just now getting around to trying to recreate what came so easily the other night. Needless to say, I am not truly happy with the results, but I wanted to share the poem anyway. I hope it at least conveys my feelings a little bit – even though I will admit right here and now that I am NO poet. So, cut me a little slack….

She is full of spirit
Haunted by sorrow
Alive with possibility
She is Africa

She is tender
Yet also strong
She is vulnerable and impenetrable
She is a woman of tomorrow

Full of surprises
Known only to herself
A blessing to the world
She is a child of God

Unexpected
Breaking boundaries
Challenging minds
She is the future

Willful and kind
Gentle and precious
Mischievous and curious
She is human

She is beautiful beyond my dreams
She is a gift beyond any value
She is amazing beyond my understanding
She is my daughter