Standing By

I love you when you look up
when you fall down
all of your emotive scenes
are picture perfect
daubed in your sweetness
or smeared with your blood

Bleak, dark plummet
into your mysterious abyss
is where I stretch
like a safety net
I love you when you look up
and when you fall down

child-woman let me cradle
the nursed pain
if only from a distance
that you may burst
like a cracker jack of shine
beautiful, puzzling daughter of mine

Beautiful poem man... Very reflective in tone, and rich in imagery (:

Thanks Sampson

what a loving parent. sweet.