After a sigh, or grumble, or whatever that noise means to her, she settled on the ottoman, resting her head on the bed.And I laid my head down too and stared at her.
She opened slits of her eyes to look at me.
We looked at each other.
Her green glass eyes blinking. We don't need words for our language.
She says she is happy like this and could I stay a little longer.
I blink yes, and rest my head on my hands.
When I first found Abbey I wanted her. But would tell myself I didn't. I even said I would never love her like I loved Juni.
How I was wrong.
How much love I have to give when I let myself
in a quiet sun sliver of a moment.
1 comment:
what a dear and wonderful teacher Abby is! How beautifully expressed.
tia
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