1
She always cried easily,
When words fell upon her
And you were the reason.
2
You were the storms
She carried to bed at night
Whispering their soft wind blow,
Their scattered snow fall,
You dropped words into her head
Like coins into a wishing well,
Each spanking the sides as they fell,
And splashing at the bottom.
3
You drew pictures in her mind
That I could never photograph
Turned pages, I could never read
Opened doors, I am too small
To even reach
4
She took your words to sleep
Embracing them,
Caressing them,
Reading them over and over
Until they danced on
The bed sheets before her
5
They were her friends
The witty little people
That hid in the hall closet
There for only her to see
To talk to,
There for her to run to
6
When summer’s fiery fingers flashed
Merrily across the sky
And its giant hands clapped loudly
Terrifying her,
It was you to whom she ran
Spreading your pages before her
These her bible, her comfort
Her cure,
She had you.
7
Often
Her shades fell
Your words
Still lingering in that soft
Gray beyond,
And tears appeared on her cheeks
8
Because of you!
