Sarah

This poem goes with my painting, "Sarah, Baby Sun Goddess, " which you can see if you go to http://members.purespeed.com/~peo/ and look on the "Portraits" page.

Sarah

Ensconced
A streamside
Summer sun soaked
Stone throne,
Three-year-old toes nestled in, kissed
By warm watery sand, Sarah,
Child of love, lovely child,
The longed for, the long awaited,
The adored,
Drags casual fingers through the wet,
Stretches,
Like a languorous cat,
Lolls and sprawls, almost falls,
Idles away the lazy day.

We call.
“Time to go!”

Tossing back her carefree head,
She shakes those dangling golden curls,
Presents an insouciant face
To receive her due, sun’s final
Worshipping
Rays.

We sigh.
Oh, my.
What wouldn’t we give…..?

P.E. Ortman