By Michelle Garren Flye
I see you.
Falling, gliding, from the sky.
You slide across a spider web,
Amazing feat of parkour.
Skating across the water,
You skip nimble from ripple to ripple.
Even when the curtains are shut, you sneak in.
Sometimes you hurt.
Maybe you don’t mean it, but you do.
I turn away, close my eyes against the tears,
But they come anyway.
You never fail me, though, even in the darkest night
And bleakest day, I can find you.
I see you,
And that’s your gift.