"Summer afternoon...summer afternoon...the two most beautiful words in the English language."
~ Henry James
Going through some papers, I came across this poem I wrote for Georgia a year ago today. You can see my inspiration in the photo below.
~ For Georgia
You, little sun,
twenty months old today
on this brightest day of the year.
Sunbeam dressed in a yellow dress
hand knit by someone
you’ve never met
who loves you.
You are sunlight personified,
spinning slowly, clapping your hands
up and down,
hip jutting out as you twirl
as if at a hoe-down.
Already a connoisseur of shoes,
mothering your babydolls,
playing Star Wars with your brother.
Tiny grown up miss.
I revolve around you
as you light up the world.
bedazzling us all.
Calling across the street,
waving night-night to the neighbors,
New words coming every day
A rare occurrence,
this full moon on the solstice.
An extraordinary moment in this life
full of special moments,
if we can just pause to notice.
Today the sun stands still.
Will you, my baby,
just for a moment?
spinning off again,
in your red patent leather
After a full revolution of the sun, she is now 2 1/2 (red patent leather shoes outgrown, but not the dress).
May we all go barefoot most of the summer. Happy summertime!