Her gentle smiles remained hidden
behind pursed lips.
Too overwhelmed
by youthful questioning
they still weren't quite ready to share
the timeless wisdom
in her deep brown eyes.
Her ears listened
with thoughtful compassion
that discovered celestial silence
in every waking moment
and her nose whispered quietly on her face
doing it's best not to disturb them.
Her hands were careful
and considerate
because they knew what it was like
to be small and fragile,
and her arms held them in a tender embrace
that promised beauty
to everything that they touched.
Her minature toes just barely
reached the ground
and when they did
her graceful feet followed.
Though coming behind
sometimes felt less significant,
they still cared for each tiny digit
on long, cold winter nights.
Her head was filled
with impossible daydreams,
that saw never-ending dances
of forgotten love stories
and her heart selflessly held onto
all of these things
because it was still living
each and every one of them,
Everyday.
A poem for Kelley Anne
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