Her smile is coy; she has been very clever:
The peach is balanced on her tiny spoon,
And she will eat it now, and so forever
She reigns as queen of heart and dining room.
Her smile is kind; she reaches out to hold me:
Her arms too short to close around my waist,
And she will touch me now, and so she told me
She is the one who reaches, takes, and tastes.
She grows before my eyes and in unseen ways.
She reaches always further than before.
She walks away and turns to check I care.
I wait behind and watch ahead always.
I stay to catch her if she is unsure.
I keep hands ready if she needs me there.
The peach is balanced on her tiny spoon,
And she will eat it now, and so forever
She reigns as queen of heart and dining room.
Her smile is kind; she reaches out to hold me:
Her arms too short to close around my waist,
And she will touch me now, and so she told me
She is the one who reaches, takes, and tastes.
She grows before my eyes and in unseen ways.
She reaches always further than before.
She walks away and turns to check I care.
I wait behind and watch ahead always.
I stay to catch her if she is unsure.
I keep hands ready if she needs me there.