Stacey

There upon the staircase

Halloween night a clown

You sat pensive, tasting

Something your excursion got,

Clown costumed red,

Yellow, green and white,

Ruffled collar, quiet face

Blue eyed, golden hair curled

Around your thoughts.

When I at distance watched

And wonder whelmed by you,

Became your certained father

By uncertain struck.

Love lit, glad and sad.

Glad – you are.

Sad – helpless I may be,

When hapless happens,

And I cannot be there always

When it’s me you want.

Or to know what and how,

To be enduringly,

For you

The person I imagine

You trust that I will be.