Fingers, A Poem for Kimberly

My heart leapt for you long had I waited,

for a gift of divine perfection would you mine be.

In awe was I of your tapered fingers I marveled,

on your birthday when mine eyes first beheld thee.

Side by side we stood rinsing dishes,

Our moment of you and me always I’ll cherish.

Mom fashioned twin braids for you with blue ribbon

hold on tightly lest our memories do perish.

A butterfly like none other fluttered by me  

Sparkling pixies dancing on toe shoe,

Tiny ballerinas with balloons and candy

Nary an eye saw through tear drops of dew.

I gasped when she curtsied, my breath nearly stolen.

Such precious moments number so few

My heart did break though mend it did quickly.

I shan’t ever grow weary of loving you.

Your delicate grace will ever inspire,

before me I see how the  shadow yet lingers ...

of loving you I shall never tire.

Are there any lovelier than my butterfly's fingers?

Alan D. Busch

9/9/09