AnaLiSe MaRie

she is charted territory.
so far charted that I doubt I can
remember the journey.
she is
lost in all her findings,
beautiful in all her discoveries
and I am jealous of her innocence.
she wanders
across the floors
with a box, dragging in her hand
and she whines
for a look into its contents.
she is
full of wonderment
and I sink to the kitchen floor
and hope that I could walk with her.
she laughs
and its as if she's never laughed before
she cries
her heart knows only what it misses
she kisses me
puckered lips, she leans in to give me
such a sweet gesture of love
she is
my first daughter, my after-work joy,
my love-laugh bundle
full of more excitement than I knew existed.