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Susan K. Rowse

Woman / Child

There she goes right down the path
A hardy smile and an endless laugh
There she glides on doilied clouds
Singing, laughter...bursts aloud
Happy treasured spirit free
Dancing hearts within thee
Eyes aglow and frosted tears
Pains held in from years and years
Golden haired woman-child
Treasured lady...focused miles
Learned scholar of twisted wit
Flirting buds that seem to fit
Rosy cheeks that sprinkle smiles
Upon gravel paths for miles
Smoother roads just wouldn't do
From there to here, from me to you.
Sadness true and inner flow
Comes a smile with tears that go
Holding true to spoken vows
Ones of whispers not aloud
Loves own dance upon her feet
Kisses dabbled on her cheeks
Happy free from spoils of love
Dances forward and above.