Lucky, lucky me.
We spent the early evening mobbing ivy alley ways and queuing spontaneous dance parties on bus stop benches.
We pretended we’ve known each other for a coon’s age, because nothing else felt as true.
She took the town and painted it red, sprinting across intersections with the giddiest smile and glowiest eyes.
She’s a little starlet, a magnet bright with kindness and true humility. Put it like this: I like her a lot.
I’m sure her steps follow the prayers long lifted up for her name. I’m sure she shines because of the radiant things spoken of her, mostly from heaven.
Only a shadow of the promises made to her she’s seen. But the vast extent of them still await.
It will take a lifetime to unlock the goldfields he’s made for her. And a for a lifetime she will sing his praise, knowing no one other than God could have made her heart so full.
I know she knows it. But I can see it.