She came over to help me take down my braids yesterday. We watched movies and just talked as we worked. Picked up like we never stopped talking and having this ongoing conversation about life.
The Good, the Bad, The Ugly
But, yesterday was different. Yesterday, she shared with me her passion. I’ve never heard my niece read or even recite poetry before. My heart leaped a little as I listened to her words.
She’s got it.
I’d like to think that she takes after her auntie
But truly she’s way more gifted.
The little girl I used to walk around with on my hip was now a lady.
Fully capable of extraordinary things.
She wrote a poem about my brother.
My eyes welled up before she even got started
Because I heard it in her voice.
The pain that we both understood. It didn’t even have to be said.
She started crying and in an instant, I became strong for her.
She’s so much more like me than she’ll ever know.
Extremely strong, brave but not without deep sensitivity.
We shared that moment between the two of us.
Thinking of our love, my brother, her uncle
Who never got a chance
A life full of so many gifts that the world will never be blessed with
The wind blows today and it kisses my face brushing cold against my tears.
Its my sign
My sign of life
To keep living
To keep moving forward because…
I owe it to him
I needed that reminder.
My niece is incredibly gifted!