Poetry competition: My Daughter
The Big Bang exploded,
so she could exist.
adorned with adulation.
Sculptured from my body,
animated with the gift from God.
I was indifferent to life,
she created my world.
Diamonds, rubies, emeralds are nothing.
I place her as high as the angels.
The sun’s rays are there only,
to kiss warmth into her skin.
In the perfect curl of her tiny hands,
lies my heart.
© Kerry August