She delights in the most improbable.
like breaking her crayons 🖍 to hear the pop.
a testament to the strength sheís developed in 967 days  
But when sheís done  
So are they  
She wants no part of the tattered ones  
Dutiful father.
I pick them up  
Not able to teach her
just yet  
that the tattered ones  
paint the best stories.  
Their armor easily  
And willing shed to provide brilliant texture and contrast  
Iíll try to teach her to love  
the broken ones  
Even as they grow smaller and smaller  
Speckled with hubris and laughter  
And the hope  
Of yesterdayís  
yellow sunshine  
And rain  
Green grass.  
birds shaped like mís
And clouds made the same way.  
crooked windows  
And tilted doors  
Iíll tell her  
Listen to their stories precious one  
so that you may know yours.
Written by LobodeSanPedro
Published | Edited 28th Aug 2019
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