a field of green dotted white
with clover and the air alive
with buzzing bees as they flit
from flower to flower following
something only they can see
gathering up their gold. or the hand
you gently hold as your daughter
takes her first few faltering
steps forward to face her fate
moving towards a destiny
she can’t imagine yet
as one like the rest
but with a heart
of purest gold.
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