July 11, 2010

She gently pats her hand
on the doggy’s fur,
Daddy’s hair,
Papa’s beard.

she says
in her cute baby voice,

and I remember her
soft, sweet skin
all born new
fresh and small.

This growing makes me smile
and breaks my heart.

©2010 Erin Kilmer


4 Responses to “Soft”

  1. Dad said

    It’s called never losing, but always letting go. You do a lot of it.

  2. Art said

    ❤ ❤ ❤

  3. […] of poetry i am doing using the words and phrases my daughter says. yesterday i began with “soft.” i hope to do one a day for thirty days, having been inspired by this post at 32 Poems. […]

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