Larger

I’ve just been thinking about small children and how easily they can access their need, and how I miss that. So, this draft grew from those reflections.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedMay you be so fortunate to lovelike an eight year old girl made of tenderness face turned up so tears roll into the whorls of her earsarms stretched up like a toddler eyes of a lifetime mother. She loves everything.Trees and flowers and birds.Squirrels that spiral up tree trunks.The way shoes feel andthe way bare feet feel andthe smell of fruit and chocolate.The feel of fabricthose shorts that are blue on one side and striped on the other.With her easy tears and open eyes she asks for hugs -- You have no idea the love that lives in a small body.It sticks in her throat sometimes.She doesn't know how to hold it all.Larger than the two of you embracing.Larger than imagination.