Tender as a fledgling, angelic curls confrontational, she bears emotions with courage, femininity unkempt, pridefully engages creatures – pests to most – believes in messengers,
Favourite colour? Black, says she without hesitation; I falter, stumble mind reaching – who likes black? Is that a colour? It’s all colours, she’s nonchalant
eyes wide with wonderment fix on me, beseeching attention rosebud lips part in genuine glee when my coveted gaze meets hers she tilts her peach
Motoring through duality, straining, in the middle – socialized, yet reticent – My heart is overflowing, like an unwatched sink falling apart, too much Driving,
Baby Whisperer, they call me – some definitions we just slide into, naturally; discovered mine at the age of nine, when my sister, a child
Rest; nap as often as you need, life can be exhausting; store up. Cry; let your feelings be known; your voice is your saving grace.