My Little Mer

By Damien Knight 

Butterfly wings are empty trinkets

On a little girls dresser

Besides some rocks and a poem

Written for some lover

And I sigh when I see 

Still just a little girl

How had I not noticed

She’s going to change the world

But for now I treassure

Each and every moment

As I hear her sleep

And love a daughter heaven sent

I won’t waste the chance

Every day I guide her

To be the heroine we need

But for now I’ll love my mer.