A poem for one of my granddaughters. I wrote this after watching a video of her dancing. It was just magical to watch her movements.
against the world,
demanding attention,
rejecting our attempts to soothe.
I watched her determination,
already knowing
how brave she would be.
As a toddler, she ran
on muscled legs,
strong for one so small,
independent already.
I watched her steps,
recognizing her persistence
would serve her well.
As a child, she created
through writing and art,
an eye for color,
a teller of stories.
I marveled at her imagination,
knowing her visions were
the seeds of her dreams.
As she grew, she began to play,
first the piano, then the violin,
raised in a home filled with music,
the constant to every change.
I listened, over and over,
awed by her patient insistence
on getting the notes just right.
Now a teen, she dances,
pouring her soul into movement,
her body telling the story
of her life - her love for life.
I watch her becoming,
fluid and radiant,
capturing us all with her joy.
My heart expands
with every turn she takes.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-02-25 at 19:59
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Through My Eyes
As an infant, she wailedagainst the world,
demanding attention,
rejecting our attempts to soothe.
I watched her determination,
already knowing
how brave she would be.
As a toddler, she ran
on muscled legs,
strong for one so small,
independent already.
I watched her steps,
recognizing her persistence
would serve her well.
As a child, she created
through writing and art,
an eye for color,
a teller of stories.
I marveled at her imagination,
knowing her visions were
the seeds of her dreams.
As she grew, she began to play,
first the piano, then the violin,
raised in a home filled with music,
the constant to every change.
I listened, over and over,
awed by her patient insistence
on getting the notes just right.
Now a teen, she dances,
pouring her soul into movement,
her body telling the story
of her life - her love for life.
I watch her becoming,
fluid and radiant,
capturing us all with her joy.
My heart expands
with every turn she takes.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 106 times
Written on 2026-02-25 at 19:59
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