Is this how your garden grows in secret too. <br />Daddies and Mums little girl. <br />Is the ocean floor filled with fingers <br />that dance and toes that move the air? <br />I am he of whom you think, <br />and think you don't when I am gone. <br />Your mother when she smiles and clever does. <br />Your father he is Greek so I confess I won't. <br />Could I but love one sky. <br />I long to raise and share the donkey milk. <br />Sunday aches when more than money is involved. <br />The art of war a book I read, <br />and on the beach alone before I come. <br />Overhead the moon each azimuth seams transparent, <br />and silence is by dad I'm told on how to eat a peach. <br /> <br />P.S. <br />Keep in mind <br />that heaven is a different sign - to my only daughter.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-evie/
