Sometimes I am
a writer, a storyteller, and the dreamer of dreams…
and sometimes I am a
builder of unblinking attention.
Some days I
burn the oil, for midnights, daybreaks and twilights…
and on some others, the
crown jewels couldn’t drag a whisper from me.
Sometimes I am
the sister, the friend who holds hands and dries tears…
and sometimes I am the
one who sheds them on the same beach.
But always, I
am the aunt who loves her nephew fiercely. :-)
I am the one
to curl around a book by the window sill…
and also the one to brave storms and
uprooted trees to keep at my work.
I am the
delightful granddaughter, niece, and my father’s princess…
I am also the
girl my mother wishes she never had. :-)
Strangely
conservative, surprisingly liberal, cheerfully sociable, deeply private, jumps
into rain puddles, walks on the night beach… razor sharp perception.
I am this and
I am that,
but mostly I
am just the plain-old-girl next door. :-)
~ the window siller
