On Soft Feet (Annie)
...A nine-square poem
Soft smile blue eyes crowned in blond curls wild
Flowering uncontrolled playfulness
In bouquets of daisies so heartfelt.
She runs on soft feet through deep green grass
Gracefully, childishly scampering
In circles to impress her parents.
Dad lifts her high up to touch blue sky
Lovingly, patiently, peacefully
She giggles and wiggles, curls bouncing.
Copyright 2005 JO Janoski