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25 May 2009The question poses itself over and over: You are here to protect your children. How do you protect them from themselves? They are not fragile; they embrace the world like you have taught them. You haven't shielded them from the burning sun, rather taught them to bask in it and let its light eluminate them. Brighter still is the light that shines from within. So bright that it lights up all the doubts and fears they have unknowingly inherited from you and made their own. Opposing forces within her heart. A heaviness in mine as I watch her struggle with the musical notes on paper and the awkward lute that she tries to make herself one with. She25 May 2009
by *jaroach
5 May 2009He awoke in a body encased in cold metal. First at 4:33.. too early, then at 5:12.. still too early. At 5:54 he felt his cranium beginning to contract. Now or the day is ruined, he tells himself as he rolls the little one into a ball so he can climb around her. The scary dream had brought her down the stairs in the dark where she could find the one truly safe place she knows, next to the slumbering giant that will always wake up when she needs him. She figured out long ago, longer than she can remember, that he is truly himself in his sleep, where there is nowhere to go and nothing to arrange and his warmth is only for her.5 May 2009
They
by *jaroach
4 May 2009How can she share it? The worry has drawn her closer and now she doesn’t want to let her out of her sight. She is a goddess in her eyes whether or not she is screaming mad at her or giggling in delight as they dance together across the room. She wants only one thing; the closeness that only they know. It threatens to come between them, the quiet moment she needs to blow on the plastic tube. It’s not easy to relinquish what is yours, yours by birthright, but Papa is always there to take her hand and lead her away.4 May 2009
Come on, sweetie. Come with me. Ok, then. He picks her up. The only reason he can pick her up is
by *jaroach
2 May 2009Tears rolling down leave a streak in the playground dirt that has built up on her face. She still can't make friends with the idea that her body is not being nice to her, even though she has done everything she can to relax. As he held her close she could feel the heat in her chest, heaving and holding, holding onto every good thing that came along: the big girls who wanted to play with her, her sister who is so worried about her and the endless sunny days she hopes will come soon. She feels the spirit inside her and doesn't know what it is doing. Everyone is her friend, why not this? When her best friend moved away, it kept them close. When2 May 2009
by *jaroach
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