by Katie C.
She, who sits, rocks and swirls in a mind full of visions, with expressions of joy in her squeaks and laughs, giggles and groans.
She, who laughs at my anger when it bubbles over from hours of conflict and confusion, causing my heart to constrict and expand, stronger and tighter, deeper and fuller in every moment.
She, who hides in imaginary worlds, curled in nests of soft pillowy cotton and dark claustrophobic holes.
She, with her compassion for inanimate things and hard shelled creatures, giving them homes and caging them in her world of limited movement and restriction that equals safety.
She, who never looks, listens or responds to gentle or harsh teachings but later portrays the entire message in deep wisdom and understanding through stories, poetry and songs.
She, whose deep oceanic eyes reflect my every emotion and all the things that I dream I could ever be.
She, who watches without looking, hears without sounds, and speaks without saying a word.
She, who spends an hour visiting with the tree who knew she was coming when it was a seed, who whispered to her of it’s journey, its strength, and the sorrow for friends lost at the hands of humans.
She, who experts say will never feel as fully or interact as deeply and meaningfully as her peers lingers daily at the edges of the expanding universe, becoming the Truth in it’s entirety.
She, who beneath the surface of her simple and isolated communications holds the secret of soul and teaches us to hear.
She, who brings happiness, Annie Ahyoka, my child.