your caramel hair finds the sun as it dips
gleaming hints of gold
that dance in the light
your laughter bubbles and froths and is easily coaxed alive
you find humor in most everything
and love the innapropriate the very best
the sun lives in your tawny brown eyes as well
smiling and dancing at the world in which you live
eager to find a horizon to visit
music lives in your soul
and comes through your fingertips
and through your voice
bursting like the gleaming glow of sunrise
my daughter whom I love
and for whom I would give the very sun
is every day the sun for me
