Oh my girl

I can see you so clearly now. Your dark lash lined eyes, halfmoon eyebrows arching in questioning; “am I ok?” they ask.

Oh my girl. I can see you now, soft headband holding back short thick dark hair, the start of a smile… tentative, unsure, “do you love?” it dares to wonder.

Oh my girl. I haven't seen you in so long. Your legs tucked under you, hands hiding feet and arms. Oh my girl, I can feel from here how hesitant you are. I can feel the hope radiating from you.

My heart breaks for you, my girl. How long have you been sitting like that here? Trying to be loved and not seen all at the same time. Curled up on this old floral couch, white tights, denim jumper.

You came into this world ready to be loved. And this is what you got. Oh my girl. You didn't deserve this.

There was never anything wrong with you, my girl.
There was never anything wrong with you.
There was never anything wrong.

It took me so many years to come back to you. To find you here still, smiling, waiting for me to realize that it was me that needed to love you. I’m back now, my girl. Your face breaks into a smile, hesitation abandoned, a squeal of excitement as you jump into my arms, your sweet little bob hairstyle bouncing in the wake of your joy.

I will never feel unloved another day in my life.