She
She stands so tall
even when all she is,
and all she knows,
seems so small.
Her hair flows free
and she ties it up
when she’s laughing, or talking,
or looking at me.
Her eyes shine so bright.
The jade of her stare
makes the gleam of
her hair look just right.
Her smile is blinding;
all teeth,
and all gums, it
makes my cluttered mind feel so tidy.
She is everything;
all beauty –
all life –
without her I am nothing.
Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017
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