2008-02-01 Poetry, My Girl

2008-02-01, My Girl.

My girl is Sunshine’s laugh itself,
Running down the beach,
Skipping on the sand,
Laughing through the waves.

She loves the beach,
Almost as much as she loves other people,
Talking with them,
Laughing with them,
Crying with them.

She doesn’t even know
She’s the angel of sunshine,
Bringing the light of love
Into the lives of everyone around her.

She doesn’t understand
Why people want to be with her.
Or why, if they like her so much,
They feel free to criticize her,
To dismiss her ideas as if she were a child.

Even though I tell her, she doesn’t believe
That she is a beautiful and wonderful person.
She looks at herself through the mirror of the world,
That shows only age, and gray imperfections.

She hides from the world
In the cave of her tears.
Ashamed to be seen
For what she has not.

But I look in her eyes and see what she is.
My girl is Sunshine’s laugh herself,
The angel of love to everyone else,
Running down the beach,
Skipping on the sand,
Laughing through the waves.

Ignoring the pounding surf,
The chaos and pain of the world,
She shines with the light of God’s love,
And of laughter,
Bringing the warmth of the beach
Into the lives of those who surround her.