My Daughter Mirror-Pool

She makes the cue ball leap and dance.
The stick never quite connects.
Balls fly in every direction
And never find a pocket.
And that’s our life.

The passion of a fiesty steed
With a fiery soul
Causes her eyes and ire to flare.
Yet the connections never seem to fit.
The direction given and followed
Never seems to have a follow through.
Yet our life shines
Drawing out the best and worst.

Reflections of the past
Project on the present
And ricochet into the future.


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