She wrote... philosophy reminds me once again
of little spunky ball of fire.

tracing baby footsteps
imprinted in spiralling dust,
stoic, quiet and forlorn.

you deserve
white ribbons
weaved sweetly
in your red hair
and flower petals
trailing from your dress.
don't wave goodbye
you are still here.

I write... philosophy reminds me of her
sweet angel in a tutu

like a flower
waiting in bloom
lowering coyly
her precarious petals
unaware of her beauty
that lies in creation

sometimes,
dances in the wind

someday,
she'll bloom