A little love for breakfast

She turns her bright blues up to mine

Darker, brown rimmed in circles from no sleep

Shimmering at the contact with her sweet soul

And she hesitates

She closes her gates

Her spirit on the brink of lion and lamb

Akin to her I am

I sense her wanting for more

The morning lights angles through the open door

The invitation cut open

Waiting untouched in my hand

She is asking

Yet unsure

I want to give her more

I want to quell her burning flame

Bringing my arms into a tight embrace of her small frame

Why I ask would my daughter pause to hug her mamma

Is it the fear I hold that she will come undone?

Has trepidation won?

She, A challenge from the start

Capturing yet wringing my heart

Screams through the night, unexplained fright

Sensitivity to all

My downfall

Imagining a light between us and hearts open I send her all my love

Silently, soulfully, right there on the cold kitchen floor at dawn

I snuggle my face into her soft robe, feeling warm

Praying that love really will heal all.

Praying as the leaves fall

Outside my window in the rain

Please heal her pain

Please heal her pain