My niece and I are on a walk, her head against my chest as I carry her in hopes to bring her to soft day dreams. She doesn’t speak much as she has only been on earth for a little over 550 days. She smiles most of the time and loves the smell of lemon leaves on our walks. Her tiny strands of hair sway to the wind and her warm brown skin glistens when the sun greets her. The little wrinkles around her nose and eyes are so expressive, I can see her heart in her face. She hums on our mellow walks, until her eyes close to rest. She is, sweet Grey.
November 13, 2018
10:15am
