First Poem For Elizabeth, My Daughter.

With eyes of inquisitive wonder

She stared into the flower’s velvet depths.

Her chubby fingers questioned its texture,

Touching the colour gently to see

If it would rub off.

She had found the flower’s door

And passed through it into

Fields of immense beauty.

Mid-1969

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