Gift's

Black eyes shone from deep set eyes Grubby cheeks full with laughter Curly hair that crowned her face Torn dress with arms open wide How could I hide my instant love For one so tender like a dove. She was a gift to myself and free to be She ran to me all of three My heart was set I wanted her for me. Tara taught me the gift of kindness And how to receive the gift of love with no strings attached My little Tara taught me that. When she was six she came to me Her friend had told her, she was born to her mother and she came from her stomach My Tara was smart and replied to that I was born to my mother from her heart And you don’t need a stomach for that! She was my precious gift, my child And God had been kind to me. 6/21/2020