My Cassiopia
1 min readSep 6, 2019
My Cassiopia dances in her father’s eyes.
She looks at me when he smiles.
He tilts his head to one side
and makes a ballerina of my Cassiopia.
Your Cassiopia walks into your dreams.
finds security in your hands. You bend down
to reach her height and you both look at me.
Together you make a picture of my heart.
Our Cassiopia winks at us in a pattern of stars,
her face, the finest art we autograph.
She has her hands up, brushing her hair
counting strokes until she comes to us.
