I think about her often.

She’s in my dreams laughing,

not thinking about anything

except how her body is feeling.

I can’t help but wake up

and feel so happy for her.

Those deep belly laughs,

cured so much of the fear she often felt.

But I also can’t help but feel forlorn,

For that little girl.

Little. She was a a child.

Deserving of protection and love.

I love her so much.

I hope she knows,

I’m holding her hand tight, and I’m never letting her go.