#Her

Photo on 10-01-2014 at 13.25 #3When I am lost she calls my name and reminds me of who I am.

There are days when she calls my name that I do not appear. On those days she wishes me there.

When she is petrified she tells me because she knows I will protect her.

I lift her when her feet are tired and even when she feigns a fatigue she thinks I do not know is fake, because she just does not want to walk anymore. Because she, like so many of us, wants to be carried.

When I do not trust myself,  it’s OK, she puts her trust in me.

Her innocence has inspired me to rid myself of deep-seated guilt. I have forgiven myself for what I have done to myself.

She loves me in spite of my shame, my self and my shortcomings.

Even when I behave like a lowlife, she thinks highly of me.

She looks at me for who I am – human – as opposed to who I am not.

Even when I am empty, I am enough.

She thinks pigs spend all day jumping in muddy puddles and all mice are called Mickey.

She sings. She screams. She smiles. She listens.

I love my two year old niece for so many reasons. These are just a few of those.

“Children see magic because they look for it.” 

~Christopher Moore.

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4 responses to “#Her

  1. Gillian Hernandez

    this is beautiful!

  2. As good is it gets – well written.

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