Nearly Six / by Brian Kunde

Nearly Six
by Brian Kunde

I watched the day that she was born
I see her now as well—
So different, my vision’s torn—
Two views in parallel.

Could this one be that babe in arms,
That child this girl I know?
The gulf between the two alarms
My mind—when did she grow?

Poised at the noontime of my days
The years stood still for me,
While she danced in her morning’s rays
And bloomed, invisibly.

I know so well what she has been—
Yet, always in my view,
She’s altered, and I haven’t seen,
And now—she’s someone new.

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Nearly Six

from All-Too-Occasional Verses : poems, 1st ed., Dec. 2005.

1st web edition posted 1/17/2006.