I think about her often.
She’s in my dreams laughing,
not thinking about anything
except how her body is feeling.
I can’t help but wake up
and feel so happy for her.
Those deep belly laughs,
cured so much of the fear she often felt.
But I also can’t help but feel forlorn,
For that little girl.
Little. She was a a child.
Deserving of protection and love.
I love her so much.
I hope she k...