Child of Song

Child of Song You are my love child, child of song. Sweet surprise when all the stars were perfectly aligned And happiness was that white picket fence. I thought you were my last. So I named you for contentment. Butterscotch sunlight, crystal beads, rainbows, toast and jam Gypsy moments wrapped in a fuzzy robe. I sang you lullabies. Little dark girl you grew too fast. In beauty and spirit, my wild child, my sparkle child Not delicate, (that was a ruse), but strong. My image only better. Now seasons pass and change has come. Child-woman, daughter-friend, looking forward, holding back Trembling at the brink of future choices. Go on. I will be here. (c) 2002