majestic, magic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet-
out the door
picking a flower, ha!
an old man,
battle-wrecked,
emerges from his
chair
and she looks at me
but only sees
love,
ha!, and I become
quick with the world
and love right back
just like I was meant
to do.
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Comments1Just came across this beautiful poem, Marina. Who is it about? I love the imagery in the lines "my little girl is / sun on the carpet." There's such a sense of warmth, innocence, and pure love shining through this poem. Can anyone shed some light on the meaning behind "battle-wrecked?" What a striking phrase!