To My Bold Girl

Dream big, my daughter, aim higher.

I won’t always be there when you falter,
but still, go boldly farther and further.
Alone you’ll cross the treacherous waters,
alone you’ll face the crowd’s insolent whispers.

You’ll see that before it gets light it gets darker,
and you’ll find, sometimes, that you’re your own savior.

You’ll see that it’s hard to cap your endurance,
and your fears don’t sum to their appearance.

Compared to how you first thought it, the world
is both smaller and larger, and there will
always be more to explore and discover.

Love always, and always with you, your father.

Little Hearts

And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who loved only trim lawns.  And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.

Wind, Sand, and Stars – Antoine de St.-Exupery 

She played and squealed as if no one had paid attention to her before.

At one point, I realized that it might actually be the case.  Her mom (my cousin) told me her dad was usually away on business and too tired to play with her when home.

It’s hard to explain her joy – utter, total – but it was in the way that only young children can abandon themselves to total joy.  The joy filled her completely, straightened her skyward.

But I only stayed two days.

As she stood on the curb when I said goodbye, I saw her face look at me with a wide-eyed, disappointed look.  Looking at me with an utter abandon of a young child who realizes she is being left.

As I waved, I saw the joyful aura fade and be replaced with a small little figure, her whole body deflated and still, realizing for the first time maybe, the collapsing feeling of betrayal.