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 †
Tears †
Love †
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. †
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