Sketches (four)

(something to make A smile :) )
My girl is an emotional tornado

with dark drip lips and a 

face pack of feelings.

Phone battery eater 

and an anxious sleeper,

the keeper of silent tears,

my girl is a worrier. 

My girl carries around

a backpack of what ifs

that make her shoulders ache

but there's 

room always for my heavy 

heavy head, this girl,

my girl, she's a soother.

And when the wind blows,

it ruffles her pretty

dresses and tresses

while her smile teases

and I am reminded

of what love looks like

unasked for and willingly given.

It's simple and effortless

and beautiful nonetheless.