The Journey Inward

My oldest daughter is turning 25 this month. To celebrate our February birthdays, she invited me to a Dessert Tasting at a restaurant in downtown DC, where she lives. The night was special, as I love spending time with this grown human who I’ve watched develop and grow into an interesting, socially conscious, thoughtful adult. Our bounty:

A poem about this young woman…

I can still see her,
Spiral curls and big brown eyes,
Always curious.

I can still see her,
Dressing up and performing,
Her favorite scenes.

I can still see her,
Mesmerized by all her books,
An avid reader.

I can still see her,
Always trying something new,
Open to the world.

I can still see her,
Preferring to be alone,
With her thoughts and mind.

I can still see her,
Diving into her subjects,
Gaining depth and breadth.

I can still see her,
Applications and visits,
Charting her future.

I can still see her,
Country girl loves the city,
She finds her people.

I can still see her,
Summers in Romania,
Abroad in London.

I can still see her,
The Fulbright Scholar is off,
Bulgaria bound.

I can still see her,
Little girl in grown woman,
Creating her life.

Photo:  City Center, DC.  2.3.23 by LA