She is beautiful in
a normal sort of way, like
not a destination, not
a stage…she is feelings
from inside
out
wearing them like feathers on
a flamingo
she watches what she does
knowing the inches in between
the seconds
that it takes, she
can’t help herself
but helps me
to see a slightly shimmering
life
just on the other side
of grief that
is our daily living…
grieving choices unmade
opportunities
untaken
she cannot be anyone else
–anything
else–
but is filled to overflowing
with joy
and love because
she is
hope…so
listen to her.