My Daughter

Poetry Sunday

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You emerged at the death of an icy day,
like the blaze of sunset to
defy a darkening sky
at twilight.

Your tiny body radiated warmth,
absorbing that heat,
and we watched light scatter,
rebellious jewel-toned strands,
flashing against the black velvet of night.

You were born during an insurgency
of color
that you have manifested at every age
with kaleidoscopic brilliance:
in childlike crayon wonderment,
in mercurial teenage iridescence,
and in the intricate stained-glass illuminations
of adulthood.

You enchant through
pure shimmer,
pirouetting ribbons of light,
a painterly dance of
renegade hues.

You are now
and will always be
my
aurora.