gold

no more girlish dreams
barbie dolls
house-house
ribbons in my hair
the years have come
they’ve changed me,
molded and forged me
like gold in a goldsmiths care.
no matter how hot
the fire gets
His eyes are on me still.
His loving hands mld me
into the woman
He wants me to be.
my Father is the Goldsmith
who’s fire’s made me strong.

(january 2006)

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