MY DAYDREAM

Under an old tree
I watch while wearing a rare
smile, which is often
since the day she came

Butterflies dances around her
As she sat on the greens
the wind mildly singing
enjoying a lazy afternoon

She smiles back whenever
our eyes meet, assuring
the smile on my face
wont be gone again

I hold her hand
As we stroll the park
humming nursery ryhmes
that lifts the spirit

I hold her in my arms
touching her long brown locks
As the sun sets, she whispers
'Dad, sing me to sleep'


for Isabelle Riannon