Saturday, March 3, 2012


She brings me dandelions
every time she sees one.
The yellow ones,

This little girl,
this small goddess, small
her heart so large so kind.

She writes books which she

She fights
back when someone is mean.
Meows like the fiercest cat you've ever met.
Extends claws that catch.

She shivers in her sleep
when she has a bad dream,
curls up like a bean next to me.

I want to pull out anything that scares her, but
know those things will make her even stronger.

Dandelions grow everywhere.
Lion's Teeth...
She brings them to me, and for that,
I can never, ever
be anything other than amazed.

KAW March 2012