Little Goddess

LITTLE GODDESS

The itch in my heart has burrowed into my stomach.

The pesky insect called love biting my walls.

The first time I saw her I could not help but march

Down the same way I came, sweating waterfalls.

The time I had with her was not clear to my little mind

That it was precious value for her glee.

I was glad she took notice when I was behind

Her curtain of people, smartphones and screens.

I hoped the glances the little goddess gave were the acceptance

I desired, answering the question before I even asked.

How great would it be if she snipped the ribbon at the entrance,

Inviting me into her place of trust.

The field so full with flowers so bright,

Too many to count the sea of colours.

But only one stalk was in my sight,

The one I named little goddess.

She’s growing up, so am I.

I watched her change from a bud to a flower

And I a worm to a butterfly.

But should I seek to end my hover?

by The Feather Pencil Chronicles