not everyone has my heart.
my best friend in elementary was blind. one day at recess we sat in the grass, traded peanut butter sandwiches, and talked. the sky was blue & the grass was green. he smiled. "what?" i said. "tell me what you see," the words carefully fell from his mouth. after my failed attempt at describing the color blue I stopped completely. "tell me what you see," i tested. "I see hearts. I see the things everyone closes their eyes to avoid. I see unkindness...bitterness. but sometimes a heart is more beautiful than the greenest grass or the bluest sky."
dancing to the beat of the silence
soft blonde curls
in pink ribbon.
dancing to nothing.
three years old.
twirling, giggling, twirling
wooden floorboards creak.
daddy stands in
the doorway just
to watch me.
he comes in,
takes my hand.
I stand on
his feet and
he leads me
around. dancing to
the rhythm of
the kitchen sink
drips, the thumps
in our chest,
and the hum
of the fan.
no music needed.
I was already
hearing every beautiful
sound there was.
so we danced.