She is a daughter. She is a best friend. She is a pocketful of light.  She is a spark of something good, getting brighter, a dream grown large, the right thing at the right time.

She is a dancer, a singer, a thinker, a truth teller.  A connoisseur of all things this wide world has to offer.  Her spirit is the first thing people notice. Her mind always had a mind of it’s own.  Her heart, though it has sometimes been hurt, bears a strong resemblance to a daffodil: it always flowers again.

She walks with anticipation.  She finds new hills to climb.  And everyone agrees that the very fact of her in the world means there is still so much good to come.

Who is she? She is me. She is you. I am her.

“I Am Her” by MH Clark


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