Young woman you are the apple of my eye,
were I too wear a crown, you would be the biggest gem of all.
To lose your affection has been, the biggest, longest fall,
In knowing you, and in you having my name, I have stood the tallest of all, flying high.
You, daughter, are the apple of my eye,
in my crown, you are the biggest, brightest gem,
You are the brightest, wildflower, petals and I am the stem.
Like those grown on a mountain meadow, glorious, alpine, high.
Always, looking to you, to catch a glimpse of your smile and to watch you fly,
I've lovedyou always, from birth, to when you could only crawl.
I am saddened and overwhelmed by these sudden, verbal breaks.
They leave me alone and sad, a quiet sigh.
You are growing up to fast for my taste.
Slipping away from the tennous hold I have on your heart.
Having you is a blessing, never a time to part.
I just wish I could bottle up some of this time to remember and not feel pressure to let go with such haste.
Time is the ongoing force, taking you from me and sending these awful lessons as if the universe threw new a pointy dart,
for me to catch these overwhelming sudden breaks.
T.S. Deary
2/2/24
Pictures Assembled From Memory 