Daughter

On your four month birthday
 

She is more than the
waves in the sea
or the stars in the sky,
more than the air
any of us breathe  -

and I, I am just her mother.
I will never be other than that,
I will never be more.

She will be anything she dreams
and I will always only
dream of her.

crunchy

The grass crunches under
my sandaled feet as I walk.
I feel big eyes watching me,
wondering If I am bringing them
something sweet and crunchy

but I have no apples today and
their long horns touch loudly
as they lift their heads mournfully
realizing I have nothing for them.

I want to see clearly
the world in all its
imperfect and ugly
glory.

True is better
than beautiful.