For Dani, as she waits
Do Justice. Love Mercy. Walk Humbly.
Your kindness and acceptance has been Eternal Gold to me.
You wear your heart on your sleeve…definitely a Woman after my own heart, and I have learned so much from you as I watch how you negotiate the space of being an older child with so many young ones, the eldest sister of three pretty powerful girls, and your own seething yearning heart that longs so for that…beyond.
May you ever be blessed with clear vision, and the courage to let your muse sing at the top of her ever-livin’ lungs!
To hunt or protect
from the back
(I couldn’t help but imagine she was hearkening back to the animals that harrassed me!)
There once was
who hadn’t smiled
But one day
said a joke
So he finally
(I love the vertical Giraffy layout!)
Nothing’s faster than a
in a test it’d surely beat ya’,
as hard as you’d try
to make your feet
by the end of the
run it’d eat
I rolled into work early, comme toujours, and bustled down to the kitchbah to get things prepared for the day. There were ranges to light, ovens to turn on, dishwashers to prep, and food to coax.
*You realize that…don’t you? You must coax food to “join the party”…usually with letting it warm a bit, and then liberal application of olive oil if it is something that must come together.*
What do you know, when I got there, and spied on the counter an 8 1/2 x 11 sized package, wrapped in light yellow tissue paper and green yarn holding it together. On top of it was a folded piece of paper…
“Only for Mrs. Charissa
Your Best Friend”
The paper had been drawn on to make it appear as if it were an envelope…it was soo touching and adorable, and from the handwriting, I was certain it was from one of the children that I help care for.
Have you ever had the experience of finding out unexpectedly that someone considers them self “your best friend”? I have not…until that day. (No…DDH, when I discovered that you considered yourself my bestie, it was delightful beyond belief but not unexpected! lol)
Inside the folded paper (special stationary type paper) it was laid out like an email with a “to” section and a “from” section.
It was from “Cassandra” (name changed to protect my angel lil friend’s privacy)…this young lady is one of the most amazing people I have ever had the good fortune to encounter in my entire life…and she has 2 sisters who are equally amazing, accepting, friendly and loving. Her youngest sister was the bold child on my first day at the center when I was doing my “try-out” classroom test…she walked straight up to me, her dark eyes like limitless pools, and so solemnly asked me if I was a boy or a girl…I told her I was like an oreo cookie: one thing on the outside, something different on the inside, and all together I was me, and sweet. She thought about it, smiled, and nodded. I then simply explained to her what happened to me as I was created, and the insight and look of knowing that happened in those eyes was an eternal gift.
Since then she has been one of my biggest fans.
But Cassandra…well, she also was kind, caught on right away, but she hung around a bit, listening, watching, feeling the experiences I have everyday in living. She paid attention to my true heart, and not the things I spin outta my kitchbah to feed the kids. She is the one who was walking beside me, talking, on the way into the center from the bus parking lot…and these people who live across the street decided to verbally and loudly tell me what I was, in the lowest and most crude slang imaginable.
I ignored it, like always…sigh…and just kept talking with Cassandra, but her face went white, and still. Her eyes widened in shock, horror, and then…something else: she realized that this was my life. Every day. Just because I am…and she began to cry. She was horrified at what was said, and I think even mildly traumatized, so we of course talked a bit about it.
It was a true teachable moment on the meaning of forgiveness and a lifestyle of Grace.
So anyway, Cassandra had written this:
I now you will
like this. I Made
some Pritty Good
ones for you
I was Thinking of You at
Can you say *Instant melty heart exiting eyes PDQ*???
Okay, first of all…she knew. She knew I would like it, a priori. Let that sink in.
Secondly, she judged her own work, and decided it was pretty good (it is, btw), and that it was for me.
And then…the killer love words: I was thinking of you at school.
When it was time to create, her thoughts turned to me…
Rapture. Pure. Rapture.
The next several poems are hers…I am placing them here on Grace Notes as my own weak ineffectual attempt to show I am thankful and grateful for her love and affection…and her friendship.
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