My Daughter’s Face
I watch
as she takes someone’s picture,
a full sweet smile, guileless,
lit from within. She shines.
Filled with purity through
and through, no facade here–
the heart of goodness.
I must be better than I thought
to have spawned this innocence.
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Lovely
That turn toward the self as a denouement is really powerfully done
Beautiful poem, Pat.