Tag: niece

I hope

I hope she grows fascinated of the stars like I do. Of scientists and painters and Einstein. I hope her little feet would carry her so high she’d eventually need her arms to fly. Daring for ideas and never too shy. I hope she’d never have hills of thorns to


I think of her every day.   The way she eats salad. A sloth can eat faster. The way her hands are so small it felt like a toddler held my hand. so soft yet firm Her happiness so wild, acute, dangerous, divine. You could say the exact same about her

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