SHARON

Now my daughter
presents herself in parts.
When she was a child
all of her was here.
But, now  grown
it is the similitude of others
that brings her near.
                  A high forehead
                                 resting on lush eyebrows
                                              puts her in my mind.
At times she emerges
from a mass of thick, reddish wavy hair.
Often a girl's slim arm, freckled by summer,
                                    recalls her.
A dancer's long legs, graceful neck
                          materializes her on a stage.           
The other night I passed her tall silhouette
                                       in a dim lit yard.
Then the stars appeared.

- Bernard Otterman