Little Leaf-Niece

Sweet baby girl –

They turned ‘round
and let the fall creep in.

Even roses get scattered.

My little leaf-niece,
floating on the wind.

Where have you landed?

Will you ever know
you had a different family once –
a father who adored you, too?

Who will tell you
what a fuss we made
of your pink little toes?

I was there –
before the time of your memories;
was witness to what was.

It's locked inside,
fresh for keeps -

should you ever come
seeking that spring.

Written January 26, 2005

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