A Poem A Day - Light As A Feather

I come down soft
Tickling the skin
Stroking that hair that causes you to grin
Now smiling you
Make way for the new
Possibilities
You are eager
About
The new
Opportunities
And we are limitless
Exploring new abilities
And
I can't wait to see
Which hair you stroke
Or which part the skin you will tickle
Because if joy comes in this form
It is sure to linger
A few extra minutes
Before it hits the gound
So for now
I don't want my smile
To tell the story
Of what I've been through
I just want to show
The place you take me too