I look at her, when

she doesn’t realise

I’m looking,

bodies change,

mannerisms remain,

I watch her mouth

in serious concentration,

balancing her tongue

on her lower lip,

she has a smile that

breaks like a wave

crashing before slowly

spreading over sand,

and those eyes

still sixteen, that after

a lifetime

still notice me

© Graham R Sherwood 08/25

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It seems I have a rival in the family from the poetry side of things.

My 11-years old Granddaughter Beatrix has recently discovered that I have a poetry website and has decided to begin writing her own, starting with haiku. Here is her first attempt, which I have to say is too damn good for my liking. I think I'm going to have to 'up' my game.

whispers in the breeze

leaves fall slow like ...

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