and she is a reminder,
for all things good on this earth,
to know there is still solid hearts that beat,
that listen and feel to every breathe that escapes mouth,
in a world where we only strip away at peoples bodies,
only cripple peoples tongues,
and obscure hearing to those who need to be heard,
She brings crimson parts of her self
and offers it as sacrifice,
and provides love,
to a child that probably will never know what gift she has in her life,
to know that someone can give so much,
without expecting any return,
just a glimpse of her eyes,
and a history of paths can be told,
and yet I do not even know her,
but yet I do,
in an exchange of words,
and looks,
one must can only wish to give to my child just like she does,
to wish to be loved like her daughter is loved,
just to know,
that a daughter out there today, a young girl today lays sleeping tonight knowing that their parent will come through those doors,
and provide only a gift,
of love, of care, of honesty
and what a beautiful woman she is..
and what a beautiful woman she will always be,
bringing sanity and clarity to people’s lives,
and listening, and bringing humour to hell,
and just by looking,
no words need to be spoken,
just a haha here,
and just a feel of energy,
and you already know,
that a chest must’ve been cut up somewhere in her past,
for her to give so much,
to children.
Gods work,
she’s doing gods work,
Giving love to children,
that is gods work.
For Carmen