Still see the magic of that sweet
baby girl
enchanted by fairies
blessed by the smiling moon
born of a love so tender and
fierce
in my own young and innocent
heart.
I saw it in the child with scabby
knees
and scraggly hair
in the defiant teen
bursting with her own eagerness to
bloom,
saw it in the new mother
struggling
with parenting issues of her own.
I see it in the woman, now in her
early forties,
bruised by life’s challenges
angry and in pain,
still see the magic
the enchantment in this being
whom I love with the same
fierceness
as when I first held my sweet
small babe.
If only… if only…
I could hold the mirror
in just the right position
that she might see it, too.
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