Soft Surrender

There she was,

in my arms,

not ready for sleep,

icy rain against the windows,

making it harder.

 

A blocked tear duct,

one eye in a perpetual state

of wet,

but she could still see,

the look of soft surrender,

on my face.

 

Giving my heart to her,

in spite of myself,

she called out to the alchemist in me,

the shape shifter,

and I became 

exactly who she needed me to be.

 

And now,

with our shadows,

longer and deeper,

trees filled with shape shifting leaves,

I remember,

icy rain against the windows,

holding her in my arms,

and when she fell asleep,

at last,

I held her still,

staying exactly who she needed me to be.

 

Emma

IMG_4098Happy Birthday, Emma

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