Audrey
I see compassion growing in your tender strawberry moon heart, I see steering apparatus forming in your still-soft skull. Broken people have the sharpest edges but you are round and clear and unsullied. Religions that tell of the evil in children are deaf salesmen spiders drowning in jealousy. I envy the clarity of intent in your blue eyes. You are more super hero than person right now, more monk than fighter, more Buddhist that most Buddhists.
I feel oppressive silence when you and your mother are not at home. The silence of what my life would have been without you both. I feel so elated and scared at the same time to think how hollow that would be, like a speeding truck just missed me in an intersection.
Your clock is winding. The colourful machines inside you are balanced and working in tandem. Everything is going according to plan. I see the divine every morning in your face. I understand belief in a higher power when I look at you because what else could be responsible? You make the word miracle into a dull understatement and you can’t even talk or walk yet.
I am lost in your whirlwind, beguiled by your unknowable mind and deeply, deeply in love.
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I feel oppressive silence when you and your mother are not at home. The silence of what my life would have been without you both. I feel so elated and scared at the same time to think how hollow that would be, like a speeding truck just missed me in an intersection.
Your clock is winding. The colourful machines inside you are balanced and working in tandem. Everything is going according to plan. I see the divine every morning in your face. I understand belief in a higher power when I look at you because what else could be responsible? You make the word miracle into a dull understatement and you can’t even talk or walk yet.
I am lost in your whirlwind, beguiled by your unknowable mind and deeply, deeply in love.
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